Fear made all the hairs on his body stand up, and the unease in his heart reached its peak.
Dylan Young had received professional training, able to easily control his tone of voice so that at least it didn't sound like his own voice,
so Arnold Glenn didn't associate him with Dylan Young at all.
"Big Brother, spare me, spare me, I've never made enemies in this county town, maybe you mistook me for someone else…"
Arnold Glenn now regretted it deeply; he really shouldn't have opened the window, never thinking it was someone scarier than ghosts.
Dylan Young said calmly, "I heard you're pretty rich?"
Arnold Glenn's first thought was that this person was probably from the inn; otherwise, how would he know he was rich, considering he had just arrived in this county town.
He quickly said, "No no… Big Brother, I don't have money…"
"No money?" Dylan said, applying more pressure with his foot.
