"Wyatt Barnes, are you scared now?"
Thundery Barnes's eyes filled with traces of mockery, as if he wanted to see fear on Wyatt's face.
"Scared?"
Facing Thundery's question, Wyatt's gaze slightly congealed; he replied with a light smile, "Why should I be scared?"
"Hmph!"
Thundery's tone cooled, "Standing on the brink of death, you're still audacious! Let me clarify, this is my private residence, everyone here, including Kulo and those three, are not from the Barnes family... So, don't think that they will show mercy because you are a trueblood successor of the Barnes family."
"So, you're saying that I'm certain to die today, right?"
Wyatt's tone remained calm, seemingly placing life and death aside, without a care.
"Glad that you understand."
Thundery's face was covered with a layer of frost, he sneered: "Now, do you regret killing my son?"
"If I say I regret it, will you spare me?"
Wyatt asked back; his face still calm and composed.
