Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1277

Cole was dumbfounded.

No one in the 108 strongholds could hold off his father's attack. This man, however, had managed to do it even though it took him quite an effort to resist it. "How much strength did you use, Old Man?" Cole asked.

He reckoned that Spencer had underestimated Jay and went easy on him.

Spencer was too astounded to say anything.

When Cole raised his eyelids and saw the awful look on his father's face, he knew that his dad had spared no effort to launch the attack.

Cole was losing it now.

Now that a skillful and talented man had turned up in the Yorks' stronghold, they had one choice only-spare no effort to destroy him.

"Carson, summon the Corvettes," Cole said faintly, "I think this courtyard looks a little strange and unfitting. It doesn't blend well with its surroundings. Blow it up."

How could Jay not understand the insinuations in Cole's words? Like black and white, he and the Yorks

family could not be fused together.

Carson came back to his senses and ran off.

In the blink of an eye, the Corvettes surrounded the courtyard with cutting-edge weapons.

From the start till the end, Spencer never saw a look of panic on Jay's face. He admired how calm and collected he remained. When Jay stood unspeaking, Spencer suddenly realized that this kid was not actually that annoying. On the contrary, he found him somewhat interesting.

He was extraordinarily wise, remained unmoved and undisturbed when things came up, and was extremely calm!

He was like a general.

Spencer was a man who cherished talents. Before he made the decision to exterminate Jay, he asked one last time, "Why did you come to the Yorks' stronghold, kid?"

Jay stared coldly at Spencer. Instead of answering his question, he started inquiring about Baby Robbie instead. "I heard that there are 108 strongholds on the winding Mount Pearl with tens of thousands of people in each stronghold. How is the census for the 108 strongholds done? If we settle in the Yorks' stronghold, will our names be registered in the stronghold?"

Spencer was dumbfounded. "Are you here to do the census?" There was an aura of death intermingled in

his voice.

Jay said, "I'm just curious."

Spencer was not wary of Jay as he was already a dead man to him by now, hence he told him truthfully," Mount Pearl's census is meticulously done. A person's surname, origin, blood type, and even their family's pets must be registered. We are even more particular with foreign members. We will make an in-depth investigation on his ancestors, not just the registrants themselves. We won't allow any suspicious people to settle in Mount Pearl."

He glanced at Jay. "If you want to settle in Mount Pearl, you have to tell us everything about your ancestors."

Jay was not a person to be led by the nose. He was a long standing commander and had grown accustomed to being placed in the center of other people's lives.

Jay said casually, "I'm sure no tourists are willing to stay in such a primitive tribe. If that's the case, do you expand your community by kidnapping people out there?"

When he spoke, his gaze pierced Spencer's face in an attempt to search for clues from Spencer's subtle facial expressions.

Spencer was exasperated. "Our men in the 108 strongholds are strong and capable of reproducing. We don't need to kidnap anyone out there to ruin our ecological balance."

Jay could not help but laugh at his sour grapes attitude.

Jay said in a sinister tone, "I can tell that you're not a cultured person at one glance. Do you know that there are many disadvantages of inbreeding? Only children with more distant biological characteristics are most outstanding. Why do you think mixed breeds are so popular?"

Spencer stared speechlessly at his son Cole and even muttered with a deeper meaning, "No wonder."

Cole glared incredulously at his dad and could sense the intense displeasure coming from him. Cole made a verbal retaliation against his dad.