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.

"Hello, son. How are you? Why are you calling me? Is it for money again? Not to worry, I will transfer a thousand dollars to you right away."

The voice of Garry's father came through from the other end of the line.

Tears welled up in Garry's eyes as soon as he heard those words.

Something told him that this was the last time he would hear his father's loving voice.

Garry was from a poor family. They could barely feed and take care of other living expenses, so he knew that they weren't worth up to three hundred thousand dollars.

More so, the kidnappers abducted him from the street without covering their faces. It went without saying that they wouldn't let him go back alive.

Most importantly, Garry didn't want to give in to these scumbags. He also didn't want his father to worry about him, so he made a risky decision.

"Goodbye, Dad. Live well!" Garry shouted.

This statement took Kent by surprise. He cursed at him immediately. "Fuck! Do you want to die? Why did you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Garry leaped up and hit his face with his head.

The blow instantly made Kent dizzy. He held his forehead and staggered.

The phone in his hand fell to the ground, causing the call to disconnect.

"Damn you! You're courting death!"

Kent's men shouted and immediately swung into action. In no time, Garry was surrounded. Several punches and kicks landed on his body.

The blows stung like hell. His mouth soon became filled with blood.

Garry surprisingly took the pain like a man. He didn't even groan or beg them to stop. Instead, he just lay there.

"I'll kill you!"

Kent soon recovered from the head-butt. His face was flushed with embarrassment and anger.

He wanted to cut Garry into a thousand pieces for humiliating him like this in front of his subordinates.

Just as he held his machete up high, he was stopped by some of his men.

"Boss, please don't do that. Remember that we are only doing this for the money."

"If we kill him, the police will come after us."

"It's not over yet. Since he doesn't want to cooperate, let's just talk to his father ourselves."

Kent gritted his teeth and grunted. It took a while before he gave up the idea of murdering Garry. For the sake of the money, he slowly set down his machete.

To vent his anger, he gave Garry a few hard kicks in the delicate areas. Garry soon coughed out blood as he lay on his side.

"You stubborn idiot!"

Kent cursed and picked up Garry's phone. He typed a message and hit send. Afterward, he placed the phone in front of Garry.

Garry painstakingly opened his eyes. He saw that his father was sent a threatening text message.

It read, "We have your son. This is a matter of life and death. Transfer the sum of three hundred thousand dollars to his account within the next thirty minutes. If you fail to do so, your son will be killed!"

"Let's see how important you are to your father." Kent grinned evilly. "If he's a minute late in transferring the money, I'll chop off one of your fingers."

Kent set a timer on his watch immediately.

Tick! Tick!

The hands of his watch kept moving. Kent countlessly checked Garry's phone for a bank notification. However, he got nothing.

After about twenty minutes passed, he looked at Garry who was still lying on the ground. He flashed a bloodthirsty smile at him.

"It seems your father doesn't hold you dear to his heart. He wants you dead."

Garry didn't have the strength to say a word. He just lay still and breathed heavily.

Once the countdown was over, Kent's evil grin widened. He picked up his machete and raised it over his head.

Just as he was about to make good his threat, a loud noise came from outside the factory.

"What was that?"

One of the kidnappers opened the gate of the factory to check what caused that loud noise.

A whistling sound suddenly filled the air. It was followed by a gust of wind. The next second, several bright lights came into view. It was as if it was daytime.

As everyone in the factory tried to shield their eyes from the blinding light, many heavily-armed men marched into the factory.

The kidnappers were gobsmacked at the sight of the men trooping in.

Never had they been in such a situation before.

The men were armed to the teeth like soldiers. They aimed several heavy-duty guns at the gangsters. Their eyes were as cold as ice.

The situation was like a scene from a movie. The armed men were like snipers in a special force who were deployed to take down terrorists.

"What's going on here? Who are you guys?"

Kent almost peed in his pants as he looked at the ferocious men.

The gangsters were blocking Garry's sight, so he had no idea what was going on. He only noticed that his abductors were staring at the gate in fear.

"Thank goodness! It seems this is my chance to escape," Garry mumbled to himself.

The next second, he mustered up the strength and charged toward Kent like a raging bull.

He punched Kent's soft belly with his hard fist.

"Ah!"

Kent cried out in pain, holding his stomach.

Once Kent fell to the ground, Garry grabbed the machete and placed it on the anguishing man's neck.

"Get out of my way. Let me go now! Otherwise, I'll chop off his head even though I'd die in the end!" Garry shouted at the top of his lungs.

This was a strange turn of events.

Kent's men were shocked to see their boss on the brink of death. They all looked at each other in confusion.

All of a sudden, the well-armed men rushed forward and took a hold of the kidnappers.

It was Garry's turn to be shocked. He staggered back in fear.

The sight of the strong men who had terrifying guns scared him out of his wits. He swallowed hard.

Who were these vicious men? What was happening?

Did he get caught up in a rival gang clash?

Before Garry could get his thoughts straight, the crowd suddenly parted in half. A middle-aged man in a suit, who had an imposing aura, walked in.

"Boss!"

The armed men saluted in unison.

Garry's jaw dropped once the middle-aged man's face came into view.

"Dad?"

Confusion filled his head more than ever before. He couldn't figure out why his meek father was here in the midst of these ferocious men.

What was even more surprising was that they just addressed him as their boss. He seemed to be a big shot, not the poor man Garry knew!

Rafael Smith's heart broke when he saw his son looking so disheveled. He said, "I'm sorry I arrived late, son."

"Dad, what's going on?" Garry stared at his father in utter confusion. "Why are you here? Why did these men address you as their boss? Aren't you just a factory worker? What am I missing, Dad?"

After hearing his son's series of questions, Rafael cleared his throat embarrassedly and replied, "Actually, I wanted to hide this side of me for another two years. But it seems I have to come clean in advance."