It was late but this was not the reason why Christopher wanted to leave. Truth was, he was afraid that he would fail to suppress his urges and he would end up taking Samantha then and there. Hence, he really had to calm himself down. “Let me see you off!” Upon seeing that he was about to leave, Samantha immediately went after him. Outside of the hospital, Christopher now understood the phrase ‘as pretty as a picture’. He had to endure the torment when he could only see but not touch the beauty before him, and it was indeed an inhumane torture. He wished that he could slap himself for pretending to be a gallant gentleman when Samantha had obviously fallen for him. Am I an idiot? “Chris, what’s wrong?” she asked when she noticed the unusual expression on his face. “Nothing.” He raised his head. “I was just thinking about something else. It’s cold outside, so you should return to the ward.” “Okay, Chris; you should get back early to get some rest too.” With that, she stood on her toes and planted a gentle kiss on his lips before she turned and left. Just as Samantha was heading back into the hospital, a white van parked at the entrance of the hospital and seven or eight well-built men exited from the van with knives in their hands. Before Christopher could make sense of the situation, the men carried a screaming Samantha and threw her into the van. “What are you guys doing?” Christopher finally returned to his senses and attempted to chase after the van. Just then, a few men, who were dressed in the same outfit as those men who kidnapped Samantha, emerged from the woods nearby and surrounded him. The group of men was headed by someone who he had just met earlier—Samantha’s father, William Townsend. Hence, Christopher could only watch as the white van disappeared from sight. Christopher glared at William with a cold gaze and he roared, “It’s you!” “That’s right; it’s me!” A complacent look appeared on William's face. “What are you going to do with Samantha?” Christopher asked in a freezing tone. “What am I going to do with her?” William grinned and he shrugged indifferently. “I am selling her off!”“Sell her off?” The expression on Christopher’s face darkened. “Yes; I am selling her off. Although 300,000 is not exactly a lot, it is still worth my effort for raising her up,” William sneered. “You sc*mbag!” Christopher gritted his teeth so hard that he almost crushed them into dust. He never thought that the phenomenon of selling children, which was something that would occur in a feudal society, would actually occur in modern society and that William would have the guts to say it out loud in such a shameless yet confident manner. “Where is she?” Christopher yelled with his head lowered so that nobody could see his expression. “Where’s Samantha?” he continued to roar. “Are you sure that you should be concerned about her now?” A menacing expression spread across William’s face as he retorted, “You better take care of yourself first!” Then, he instructed the men behind him, “Wallop him up and beat him to death! I will deal with it if he dies!” William had been holding a grudge against Christopher over the incident earlier where the latter had slapped him. As a petty man, anyone who hurt him would have to be prepared to face his revenge by tenfold of what he had endured. William intended to take Christopher’s life and vice versa. Christopher had never imagined that he could despise a man to this extent—to him, William did not even deserve to live in this world. In a rage, he exchanged a ‘Strength Bun’, an ‘Agility Dumpling’, and a ‘Speed Gyoza’ on his phone and tossed them in his mouth. Power surged through his body and he could feel overflowing energy coursing through his blood. “Let me ask you one more time—where’s Samantha?” Christopher continued to peer at William and he asked in a low voice, ignoring the group of men who were approaching him with knives in their hands. Upon hearing that, William found the other man a little ridiculous. This brat is quite good at doing magic tricks. He was able to pull a dumpling, a gyoza, and a bun out of thin air, but is this the time to conjure magic tricks? He sure is an idiot! William's arms were folded across his chest and a shadow suddenly flashed across his eyes as he was about to quietly enjoy how miserable Christopher would look when he was beaten to a pulp while begging for forgiveness. However, he realized that Christopher, who was supposed to be dozens of meters away from him, was suddenly standing right in front of him.William instinctively took a step back in an attempt to pull away but at that moment, Christopher grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm. “Aargh!” The next instant, a loud, agonizing cry escaped William’s mouth. “It's still not too late to tell me where Samantha is!” Christopher repeated. William’s face was pale and cold sweat appeared on his forehead, but he did not say a word. “A stubborn one, eh?” Christopher sneered, then with another forceful twist, he broke William’s other arm. “Aargh!” It was another howl in pain and William nearly passed out. Upon seeing that William seemed to not have any intentions of answering him, Christopher continued, “Are you going to tell me?” When William was finally able to catch his breath, he yelled at the group of dazed men around him. “What are you guys waiting for? Take him down!” Christopher then threw a punch at William’s face and broke the his nose before he bellowed at the group of men in a menacing manner, “I would like to see who has the f*cking courage to come close!” Upon seeing that, the group of men who had attempted to rescue William were rooted to their spots, lacking the courage to make any moves. They might have been intimidated by the strong aura emanated by Christopher, or perhaps it was due to some unknown reasons. “Where’s Samantha?” After deterring the group of men from making any moves, Christopher turned and asked William the same question for the millionth time. However, William refused to give in. “Kill me and I will make sure that you won’t be able to see her for the rest of your life!” “Do you really think that I dare not do so?” With a grim expression, Christopher broke one of William’s fingers.