I Am the Ruler of All

After the call with Mickey, Kingsley immediately hung up, changed his clothes, and went out.

As Mickey's forces were more than enough, there was no need to use the folks from Coliree Island to deal with someone like Shane!

Now that Kingsley was inside the car, he pondered for a moment before giving Jay a call. He recalled that previously at Ramada Hotel, Hugo mentioned that Cecilia's betrothed, Shane, was an illegitimate child from the Carter Family.

On the other hand, Jay was the legitimate eldest young master of the Carter Family, so Kingsley would be able to solve this matter effortlessly with Jay's help!

La Myriade was relatively close to Reene's villa, and it only took about ten minutes to get there by car.

Looking at the building that had more than twenty stories, Kingsley estimated that it hosted roughly a hundred rooms of various sizes.

If Shane had hidden Cecilia inside, Kingsley would have to request for the military to lock down the building and conduct a thorough search. However, he didn't want to reveal his identity because of such a small matter.

After looking at his watch, he calculated that Mickey would need about twenty minutes to gather his men and arrive. So, he had to use that time to find Cecilia's exact location.

Once Mickey and his men arrived, they could save or destroy the enemy's lair at once without letting them have a chance to hide her. This was the fastest way to save her and not cause any unnecessary trouble!

As Kingsley entered the club, he saw an empty first floor with only one receptionist with heavy make-up scrolling on her phone out of boredom.

When she saw him walking in, she immediately rose to her feet and greeted, "Are you here to attend the party hosted by the president's friend? The party is being held on the eighth floor. You may use the elevator here to get there."

After giving her a slight nod, Kingsley went into the elevator without saying anything. Things were going smoother than he anticipated, but his expression was still as cold as ice!

Did they hold this party just to humiliate a weak young woman?!

When the elevator arrived on the eighth floor, Kingsley got out of the elevator and was met by deafening music.

Then, a uniformed beauty walked over and sized up Kingsley for a bit before asking politely, "Hello, I'm the attending manager, Abigail Braxton. How may I assist you, sir?"

"Isn't there a party here?" he asked coldly. "I'm here for the party."

Abigail was stunned. The president only invited eight young masters from prestigious families to the party, and all those eight young masters had arrived. Where did this person come from?

Maintaining her composure, she nodded and replied, "Please wait while I ask—"

Before she could finish speaking, someone came out from the opposite room. That man had medium-long hair and looked drunk. He was staggering toward Abigail and Kingsley with an empty wine glass in his hand.

"Pretty manager, didn't we ask you to bring a few bottles of Hennessy? Why haven't you brought them back?"

Abigail quickly replied, "Mr. Covey, there's a man here. He says he's here to attend the party."

"Huh?" Simon Covey looked at Kingsley with glassy eyes, questioning, "Who the hell are you? Do you think you are worthy of joining the party?"

He staggered forward and sized up Kingsley before shouting drunkenly, "Kid, this is not a place for the likes of you! Burp! You're not one of us!"

As Simon spoke, he reached out to push Kingsley, but Kingsley dodged and answered, "Don't make me beat you up."

"What the heck?" Simon burped. "You've got skills!"

After that, Simon threw away the wine glass, rolled his sleeves, and pointed at Kingsley. "It just happens that I've recently slept with a fitness coach and gained muscles! Come on, let's have a duel and watch me beat you up!"

Once he finished, he swung his fist at Kingsley's face! However, Kingsley was not in the mood to deal with such an inexperienced person, so he grabbed Simon's weak fist and casually threw him ten meters away!

Bang!

Simon was like a sandbag that was heavily dropped on the floor. He then curled into a fetal position and started wailing in pain. "Oh, what the heck! That hurts! Is anyone there? Someone's here to spoil our party!" He had shouted so loud it even obscured the electro-music playing in the background!

"F*ck! What are you shouting about, Simon?"

The door to the room was opened again to reveal a tall man walking out. "Why does your shouting sound even more miserable than that woman's?"

When he finished, he suddenly saw Simon lying on the floor, moaning in pain. The tall man's pupils contracted as he sobered up. "Simon, what's going on?!"

Gritting his teeth as he stood up from the ground, Simon pointed at Kingsley and growled, "This b*stard came here to spoil our party. Go beat him up for me!"

"What? Spoil our party?"

The tall man immediately went back to the room while shouting, "Trevis, Joe, come quick! Someone's here to spoil our party!"

Not long after, a few young masters wearing expensive branded clothes came out of the room with arrogant expressions on their faces.

"What the heck! Who dares to spoil our party at La Myriade? Are you done living?!"

"Let me see which b*stard has dared to disturb our party! Trevis, just do away with him!"

The leading man with broad shoulders and a sinister expression was the eldest young master of the Jacob Family, Trevis Jacob!

Taking a step forward, Jacob sneered, "Kid, you better wipe your eyes and see who you're dealing with! I'm the eldest young master of the Jacob Family. How dare you cause trouble in my territory!"

"The eldest young master of the Jacob Family?" Kingsley raised his eyebrow. "You're such a magnanimous person!"

Kingsley had just dismembered Trevis' brother, William Jacob, not long ago, but as William's elder brother, Trevis still had the mood to hold a party?

Once Trevis heard Kingsley's words, his expression dulled. "What are you trying to imply?"