I Am the Ruler of All

Ashton puckered his lips and asked, "H-How many people are there right here?"

"There are two brigades and twelve troops here along with Dragon Blade Elite Force, so there should be about fifty thousand people here." Thomas paused for a bit and added, "Not to mention the twelve jets and the chopper in the air now."

"F-Fifty thousand people?" Ashton looked at the five hundred 'elites' he brought along, his tears almost rolling out of his eyes. In the face of the fifty thousand soldiers, he was embarrassed about how greatly his men were outnumbered.

In fact, he reckoned his men might even be far from a match for the soldiers. "Is this a set-up, Caleb?" Ashton patted his lap and asked, "I wouldn't have gone through all the trouble and made a fool out of myself if I had known he was such a big shot."

He then looked at Kingsley with a pitiful expression. "B-Boss, I only came because I was fooled by Caleb. I have no intention of opposing you!" He raised his left hand and said, "Look! I'm a handicapped person now. My left hand is maimed, so please show me mercy!"

Kingsley shot a cold gaze at him and said, "You're here anyway, so brace yourself for what's going to happen next!"

As Ashton was about to beg Kinglsey again, everyone suddenly felt the whole world shaking around them shortly before they heard the sound of troops marching in the direction of Summers Residence.

It turned out that the mechanized infantry was making its way toward the crowd along with three army troops. With every step the army took, the Summer Family and the others' hearts skipped a beat.

As soon as the soldiers got into their formation, five tanks lined up in front of the crowd with a troop of soldiers equipped with heavy firearms right behind them. In the meantime, the soldiers aimed their guns and cannons at the Summer Family, ready to fire with their weapons and tanks that were in position. With a single word from Kingsley, the soldiers could simply just level the Summers Residence in seconds.

Meanwhile, Connor was so frightened by the sight of what was going on before him that he wet his pants. Despite his revered position as Summers Corporation's vice president, he froze in place as his piss dripped onto the ground. Nonetheless, the shocking sight didn't end there when the Summers Residence was seen going up in smoke.

Soon, the motorized infantry slowly marched forward in sixteen armored vehicles, fifty off-road jeeps, and fifty more trucks while the artillery troops and the tanks followed right behind. With every step they took, they filled the air more and more with their strong will and determination to war.

Boom! Boom!

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In that instant, everyone in the Summers Family sank to their knees in horror, including the five hundred 'elites' whom Ashton had just gathered around. At the same time, their faces were all written with fear and terror, their eyes staring blankly ahead of them. After all, they had only come to support Ashton on his order without expecting to be held at gunpoint by so many soldiers. For that, everyone was overwhelmed by fear and desperate to leave the place, but it was all too late when they wanted to do so.

While the Summers Residence was situated in the North and facing South, the military had the place surrounded, approaching it from both the West and East. Thus, they knew they had no way of escaping, and their only bet was to run toward the square in the South, but when they were about to do so, they were greeted by eighty-eight trucks with a 155mm howitzer each that was silently waiting for them not far away.

At that moment, they realized their only escape route in the South was sealed. While some of them fainted due to fear, others pissed their pants in horror.

As the Summers Residence's square was filled with fright and dread like living hell, Randy was shaking like a leaf in the face of such an intimidating scene. After all, he had never been pointed at by so many guns at the same time, which he thought was too much for him to bear even though he considered himself a gutsy man.

"We'll move—" When he puckered his lips to beg for mercy, his voice was instantly drowned out by a deafening roar before he heard buzzing in his ears.

It turned out that the twelve fighter jets had just flown over the Summers Residence above everyone's head. After that, a helicopter emerged from behind the white smoke, causing a swirl of wind around them like an intimidating tornado that was about to sweep away everyone and everything that belonged to the Summers Family. At that moment, Randy and his people went weak in their knees and kneeled, yielding to Kingsley.

Meanwhile, Ashton slapped his own mouth and cried, "It's my fault, Boss! This has nothing to do with me! It was Caleb who paid me to do this!" As soon as he finished his words, the five hundred men in the square immediately sank to their knees. While some of them begged for mercy, the others cried and kowtowed to Kinglsey who had their lives at mercy. On the other hand, Randy felt as if his soul had left his body when he saw the crowd kneeling, his face turning as pale as a white sheet.