e?（你是在威胁我吗？）”马克亚当斯厉声道。

“No， I am asking you， for the souls of those who were killed by theced by them!（不，我是在请求你，替那些被他们杀死的亡魂，替那些被他们害的妻离子散流离失所的人！）”格雷格恳切地道。

“I still said that， I just want my son back， as for what you said（我还是那句话，我只想要回我的儿子，至于你说的那些人那些事，与我无关！）”马克亚当斯冷冷地道。

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“Greg， wake up， this is reality! Mark Adams is not as good as you say. In my opinion， he is no different from those thugs. What kind of thief also has a way? What kind of martial arts chivalry? It's all nonsense， it's just fishing for fame and reputation!（格雷格，你醒醒吧，这就是现实！马克亚当斯并没有你口中说的那么好，在我看来，他跟那些恶棍根本就没什么分别。什么盗亦有道？什么江湖侠义？全是胡说八道，根本就是沽名钓誉嘛！）”这时，站在一旁一直都没有说话的马克思突然开口道。

听马克思这么说，格雷格惊出了一身冷汗。他和马克思不同，马克亚当斯的厉害之处，格雷格还是知道的。

“You don't need to use provocation， it's useless for me. I know what kind of person I am the most.（你们不用使激将法，对我没用的，我是什么样的人我自己最清楚。）”马克亚当斯道。

看到马克亚当斯迟迟不出手制裁格雷格和马克思，约翰科维奇动起了孬主意。

“Mark， the boss is right. As long as you are willing to let the young master go， we will not embarrass you!（马克老大说的对，只要你们肯放过公子，我们就不会为难你们！）”约翰科维奇冲着格雷格和马克思道。

“Don't be fooling around there， Mark is the boss， you are you， he is different from you!（你少在那里狐假虎威，马克老大是马克老大，你是你，他跟你们不一样！）”格雷格道。

“He's right， let my son go!（他说的没错，快放了我儿子！）”马克亚当斯道。

“Did you hear me? My dad asked you to let me go， why are you still waiting? Hurry up and let me go!（你们听到了没有？我爸让你们放了我呢，还愣着干嘛？快给我松绑，让我走！）”此时，仍被捆绑着的马克亚当斯的儿子高声道。

“Mark， let me go over first to see if the young master is okay.（