I Am the Ruler of All

Alan was almost 70 years old this year, so obviously, he couldn’t bear such a heavy blow. Immediately, his eyes dilated, and he collapsed to the ground.

Scarface Louie sneered, "D*mn, you old geezer! How dare you mouth off at me? You’re really not afraid of death."

The doctors and nurses next to him were petrified. They froze in place, and no one dared to step forward to help Alan.

A trace of coldness flashed in Kingsley's eyes as he strode to Alan's side. After checking his injuries, he checked Alan’s pulse. When he finally confirmed that Alan’s life was not in danger, he pressed on Alan’s acupoints to stop the bleeding.

After a few seconds, Alan let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes with quivering eyelids.

He was dazed for some time before gradually regaining his consciousness.

"Young man, d-did you save me with the traditional acupuncture method?"

Alan was a professor of ancient healing and had been obsessed with it all his life.

So, he immediately felt that someone had sealed his acupoints with the traditional acupuncture technique. However, when he saw Kingsley's rather young face, he was shocked.

The skills of ancient healing mostly depended on experience and practice. To be able to have such a technique at such a young age was simply astonishing.

Kingsley helped him up from the ground, then said lightly, "Let's not talk about this for now. I'll deal with this trash first."

"F*ck, who are you calling trash?" The scar on Scarface Louie's face kept contorting like a worm. "Do you want to be kicked too?"

Kingsley pointed at Scarface Louie. "You, come here and apologize to Professor Gershwin."

"You’re asking me to apologize to this old b*stard?" Scarface Louie said incredulously.

"Are you f*cking right in your mind? Do you even know who Scarface Louie is? You dare to ask me to apologize to him?"

"I don't care who you are." Kingsley's voice was as cold as frost.

"If you don't kneel and apologize to Professor Gershwin today, you will never get out of here alive."

Kingsley could see that Alan was a kind-hearted and benevolent old doctor who had saved the injured most of his life; not only did he not get the respect he deserved, but he also almost died at the hands of a hooligan.

This was simply going over the bottom line of morality!

Kingsley was the protector of Qustia. In addition to protecting the borders from the enemy's intrusion, he also protected the people of Qustia. If he couldn’t even guarantee the dignity of an old doctor at this time, how could he still talk about protecting the peace and happiness of the people and the prosperity of Qustia?

Kingsley's eyes were cold as he roared angrily, "Come here! Kneel and apologize to Professor Gershwin!"

"What the f*ck? Are you seeking death?"

Scarface Louie glared at Kingsley hatefully. Since he made his debut as a lawbreaker with a machete, no one had ever dared to order him to kneel.

Zayne immediately fanned the flames and said, "Louie! Can you take this lying down? Why don't you go up and kill him?"

"F*ck!" Scarface Louie spat on the ground, then rushed forward with a ferocious look as he swung his huge fist at Kingsley's temple.

It was a fatal punch.

"Oh God..."