Mighty Super-rich Heir

A raspy voice was heard all of a sudden. "Ahem... Who are you? And why did you kidnap me?"

This place was an old dilapidated factory that was covered in dust.

The air had an unpleasant and rotten smell that could make anyone sick.

A young man was getting trampled on the ground at this time.

With sweat all over his forehead, he clenched his fists and glared at the gangsters who were armed with machetes.

This young man's name was Garry Smith. He was an ordinary student at Orlando University.

Garry had just gotten off work after his shift at his part-time job an hour ago.

On his way back to the school dormitory, he calculated how much he would earn by the end of the month. He was lost in thought when a van suddenly pulled up in front of him.

A group of gangsters who were armed with sharp weapons bundled him into the van and brought him to this deserted area.

The gangster who seemed to be the leader was topless. He had a huge tattoo on his chest. As he smoked, he brandished the shining machete in his left hand.

The look on his face was deadly. His eyes shone with madness.

After staring at Garry fiercely, he suddenly threw his head back and let out a burst of evil laughter.

"Why else would we kidnap you if not for money? If you give us three hundred thousand dollars, we will set you free. Don't try anything stupid. If you don't pay in full, I'll chop off your fingers."

As he spoke, he brought the machete closer to Garry's arm. The sharp blade rubbed against it.

It was obvious that he was doing that to drive home his point.

A glint of fear leaped into Garry's eyes at this time. He muttered sadly, "I'm just a poor student. I don't have that kind of money. You have the wrong guy. My entire net worth isn't anywhere close to that amount."

As soon as he finished speaking, a slap landed on his right cheek.

"Son of a bitch! How dare you lie to me? Do you want to die? How can you say that I caught the wrong guy? I'm not new to this business!"

The leader then ruthlessly kicked Garry.

Thump!

A muffled sound was heard. The kick landed on Garry's face. It turned red and swollen immediately.

Despite the pain he was in, Garry still looked up at the man, stubbornly holding on to his last dignity.

"Oh, you are one of the stubborn ones, aren't you? I actually like people like you. It's always fun to break you little by little."

The leader laughed evilly when he saw Garry's stubborn expression.

"Let's see if you will still be so brave after I cut off your fingers!" he quipped devilishly.

"Kent! Stop threatening him!" one of the gangsters with blonde hair stood out and chimed in. "It's no use threatening him. He claims not to have money, but his family should have enough to pay for his release. Let's call them instead."

"You have a good point there!"

Nodding his head thoughtfully, the leader named Kent Torres whipped out Garry's phone and dialed the number of Garry's father. He then held out the phone to Garry and threatened him. "You know exactly what to say, don't you?"

"Yes, yes! I know," Garry blurted out, burying his anger and stubbornness.

The line soon connected.