Chapter 557: Fine Steel Had to Be Tempered in a Raging Fire

"My dear cousin!" "You'd better do exactly what they tell you. Don't move. My sights are already on you!" The voice crackled over the radio, and Leighton Jauncy went sheet-white. He stood there stiff as a utility pole, not daring to breathe too hard. Daniel Lyson spoke into the radio. "You two, help him hold still. If he jerks around, I might actually hit him." "Roger that!" The two idiots grinned and hauled over a wooden cross stake, jamming it into the dirt. They lashed Leighton from his legs...