I Am the Ruler of All

Under the gloomy sky, the chanting of the scriptures could be heard.

Next to the coffin in the hall, there were two bright red rose wreaths.

The condolence hall, which was initially quiet and solemn, was suddenly filled with ruthless thugs who did not match the atmosphere at all.

An uncanny scene as such was like a nightmare!

Kingsley sneered coldly and replied to Baron with disdain, "Mr. Howe, do you think your trash gun from the black market can fire faster than my pistol? Or do you think you can beat me with these twenty reckless men?"

Upon hearing that, Baron pulled a long face. His face could be said to be even darker than the gloomy sky outside!

Kingsley's gun was a military pistol of the latest edition!

It was definitely not comparable to the crappy piece of trash in Baron's hands!

"No matter how lousy my gun is, it's not something your body can resist once I fire the bullet! Put your gun down and surrender yourself if you want to live!"

"Hahaha..." Kingsley laughed out loud after hearing his threat.

"I can accurately strike your head within 0.01 seconds! Are you sure you're able to kill me before that?!"

Trying to fight with Ares, the God of War, on the speed and accuracy of shooting, was considered digging one's own grave!

"You…"

Baron's hands holding the gun were currently soaked in sweat.

Both of his arms trembled slightly as if they were filled with lead.

"You don't have the guts to shoot!" Kingsley's voice was indifferent and cold, straightforwardly exposing Baron's act of bluff!

After living in the army for ten years, Kingsley had seen many kinds of people on the battlefield.

Some women and children might seem harmless, but they could easily commit suicide attacks with explosives before one realized it; some new recruits and reckless men might look fierce and terrifying, but they shiver while holding their guns as they dared not pull the trigger!

Baron belonged to the latter!

He killed people with his fists, knives, and with several other methods!

However, he never fired a shot!

After all, in the Empire of Qustia, the nature of killing someone with a fist and killing someone with a gun was completely different!

Moreover, Baron dared not mess with such a powerful person who was capable of bringing him misfortune!

The reason why he carried this antique gun with him was just as a means to bluff people.

The entire condolence hall was eerily quiet, save for the ticking sounds of the clock hanging on the wall.

A minute later, Baron was still holding a gun like a sculpture and confronted Kingsley from a distance.

His finger on the trigger was still in the same position as he dared not pull it.

"I don't have time to waste with you here!" Kingsley's cold voice broke the dreadful silence.

After scanning the crowd, he questioned, "Since Mr. Howe isn't going to pull the trigger, shall I ask all of you a question? What did you say just now? The deceased are given the utmost respect?"

As far as his eyes could see, everyone lowered their heads as no one dared to look into his eyes that were clouded with murderous intent!

"William Jacob, or you call him Young Master William, is lying in a coffin that cost perhaps six figures, am I right?!" Kingsley shouted angrily!

Immediately, he pointed to the luxurious and high-end decoration of the condolence hall, saying, "Look at the location of his funeral! House of Mercy is the most high-end funeral hall in the whole of Cleapolis!"

"But!" His voice was full of grief this time.

"But there are some who can't even afford a cheap coffin! They have been lying alone at the foot of the mountain for 17 years! No matter rain or shine, no one went to hold a memorial service for them! How dare you tell me the deceased is given utmost respect?!"

Feeling a mixed surge of grief and anger, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked Sergio's corpse away!

Poof!