Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1276

Spencer scoffed. "You stinking brat, how can you say that? Your dad is old now, yet you're persuading me to fight? Aren't you afraid they'll break my old bones? Are you dying to put me in a coffin?" Cole's lips started twitching.

"Someone who can break your bones hasn't shown up yet."

Spencer retorted impatiently, "Stop the nonsense.

Hurry up and tie these people up for me."

Cole looked at the mutilated pinky on his left hand and muttered, "I don't want to fight."

Spencer was stunned.

For three whole years, he had tried every means to force his son to fight. Either softly or harshly, and even coaxing and deceiving him, as well as intimidating and luring. However... Cole remained unbudged.

It was as if he had turned into another person and abandoned martial arts altogether. He would stay in his room to read or get drunk all day. Spencer was anxious to see his son degenerate into this manner. Spencer glared at his son in disappointment. "Even if you don't want to, you'll have to fight today. So many of the Yorks' stronghold's brothers are injured, and as

the next heir, how can you let this go?"

Cole said, "If I'm the next heir, I'll disband all 108 strongholds and be a hill dweller."

Spencer was indignant.

He was the type of person who would massacre a crowd when he was in a bad mood.

"Go and dispatch the Corvettes. Have them implode this entire place. I hate the sight of this refined courtyard anyway." These words were uttered by his son who was no longer himself.

Jay was not planning on becoming the father and son's punching bag. To avoid unreasonable disaster, Jay stood up and walked toward Spencer, saying, "Old Master Yorks, calm down..." Spencer looked at Jay, and his elegant face darkened.

Where on earth did this man come from? He was so like-minded with Cole, and it made him feel like he was currently between a hammer and an anvil.

Spencer felt so annoyed.

"I'll calm down when you're dead." Spencer had already made up his mind never to leave these six people on their mountain. Therefore, his murderous intent became more and more explicit. Jay looked at him. "You want me to die?"

Spencer nodded earnestly.

Jay curled his lips into a smile. "Sorry, I'm afraid I

have to disappoint you."

Spencer wondered where the man's misplaced confidence came from. He quickly took a dagger out and pointed it at Jay's temples, grimly saying, "I hate it when people dilly-dally in front of me the most. You're quite the mad person, you stinking brat. What's your name? I'll make you a tombstone beforehand."

Jay looked at him coldly. "Ben."

"If you can dodge my dagger, I'll leave your corpse intact."

This action caused even Cole to break into a cold sweat for Jay.

No one in the entire Yorks Stronghold, including the older generation's generals, could catch the weapon thrown by his father.

As soon as his voice fell, Spencer's dagger was thrown out.

He had strong wrist strength, and the launch of his dagger was incredibly fast. What was terrifying was that the blade was aiming toward Jay's temple and Angelina's chest. Josephine shrieked in surprise, "Ack!"

Zayne was stunned as he covered Josephine's eyes with his hands.

Sis Shirley and Grayson were currently in a daze.

Quicker than words could tell, Jay suddenly stretched

out his hand to catch the dagger.

Spencer's thin lips curved into a malevolent smirk.

This person was genuinely seeking death.

Jay could easily guess from the father and son's expressions that the dagger should not have been caught. Hence, he concentrated all his might to grab i t. Unexpectedly, after catching the blade, he was pushed back by the immense force. His feet glided on the ground for quite a while, and he was about to ram into the blind Angeline. There was a panic in Jay's eyes as he relied on his strong willpower to stabilize the bottom half of his body.