"So, since you're not going to speak in riddles... Booker John, what have you brought that could possibly tempt me enough to spare your life and perhaps even allow you to visit the Elmwood Kingdom one day, so I can completely destroy the entire Booker family?"
Pryce smiled faintly as he stared at John, but then asked a very pointed question.
The moment his words left his mouth, almost everyone behind Pryce drew their pistols from their holsters. Seven or eight black muzzles were coldly aimed directly at John's forehead.
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