Valeon beckoned with his finger, leaning on his cane as he spoke in a leisurely manner. His voice was light and cheerful; ever since that pesky archaeologist had been out of the picture, he'd been in an excellent mood.,He was truly broke, but the kidnapper in front of him didn't seem to believe it.,"It was me!" Before Peter could say anything, Harry Osborn stepped forward from behind him. "I brought him in. I can vouch for him, he really has no money."。