The Man's True Colors, Fang Yao's Fury

"Of course I'm wondering what the Yang Household will do when they find out you kidnapped their heir!" Bo Hanmo stared at the man until he squirmed, then finally spoke just as the man was about to lose his temper.

The words landed like a bomb. Yang Xing and the man both froze.

Yang Xing frowned in confusion. "What do you mean? Are you saying someone from the Yang Household kidnapped me?"

"Of course. How else could he have gotten into your company's parking garage? Isn't that right, Yang Aotian, Eldest Young Master Yang?" Bo Hanmo had serious doubts about his friend's intelligence. For all Yang Xing's brains, had he never considered that being kidnapped so easily might mean the culprit was someone he knew?

For once, Yang Xing did not argue after Bo Hanmo's jab. Instead, he fixed a sharp gaze on the man seated across from him. He mentally compared the man's build with the members of his family, but none seemed to match.

"Bo Hanmo, take off his mask. I want to see who's got the nerve to do this." Yang Xing's voice carried a note of authority.

The man had expected Yang Xing to recognize him from a sense of familiarity. He had not expected Yang Xing to demand that his mask be removed to confirm his identity.

The man burst out laughing. Then his face twisted into a vicious snarl. "Eldest Young Master Yang, have you forgotten the position you're in? You'd better get that straight. You're in my hands now!" His voice dripped with smug mockery.

"You used to be like some mountain no one could reach, looking down on everyone. Back then, all you had to do was say a word, and you could crush me. But now..." As he remembered how Eldest