I Am the Ruler of All

Scarface Louie scrambled forward and bowed respectfully to Wendell. "I'm a security guard here and I was just teaching a troublemaking brat a lesson. It was very careless of me to have disturbed you and your bosses. Please accept my apologies…" Louie said with a subservient attitude.

"Haha!" Wendell glanced at Louie's dislocated shoulder before snorting. "Are you sure you were the one teaching him a lesson? It looks like you got your arm ripped off instead!"

"That's…" Louie's expression turned grim, and then he spat, "That guy's got some moves, Mr. Martin. If you hadn't come out just now, I would have gathered a bunch of guys together to take him on!"

Wendell became intrigued. "I've heard about the notorious Scarface Louie before. Are you telling me that you've just met an opponent you couldn't defeat?"

He turned around to take a look at Kingsley as he said, "I'm curious to know who gave Scarface Louie a good beating…"

Suddenly, Wendell froze halfway through his sentence.

W-Why does this guy look so familiar? I've seen him somewhere before…

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

…

Wendell stared at Kingsley for ten whole seconds without being able to utter a single word. He recognized Kingsley!

Wendell had attended William's funeral service as well, but he did not have the privilege to come forward and pay his respects. He was simply one among the crowd who stood behind Baron.

On that day, he had witnessed how Kingsley shot down Sergio and smashed William's casket to smithereens.

That dreadful scene had haunted him ever since!

Even just thinking about it now was enough to make him tremble!

Baron had also fled the scene that day after being scared out of his wits. Wendell swore to himself that if he ever ran into Kingsley on the streets, he would bolt and stay out of sight.

He knew better than to go up against Kingsley!

Wendell became as still as a statue, so Zayne piped up in confusion, "What's the matter, Mr. Martin? Do you know him?"

However, Wendell remained in a daze. In fact, his entire body was stiff and it looked like his soul had been sucked out of him!

"M-Mr. Martin?" Louie mustered up the courage to step forward and prod Wendell's arm.

All at once, Wendell snapped out of his daze and stared at Kingsley in fear. "You… You…"

Louis assumed that Wendell was irritated by the disturbance Kingsley had caused, so he quickly groveled, "Mr. Martin, please go ahead and rest. I'll get rid of him at once, and I promise that he won't be disrupting your bosses' recovery any longer!"

When Wendell heard what Louie said, he felt a jolt down his spine.

Smack!

Wendell turned around and slapped Louie right across his face. "What f*cking recovery are you talking about?!"

Wendell was stricken with fear.

If any of them offended Kingsley, the God of War over here, then they would not be getting off with just an injury or two. Chances are, they would lose their lives!

Meanwhile, Louie cupped his face in utter confusion. He had no clue why he was slapped again.

Even if the first slap was because he had spoken out of turn, there was still no reason to give him another!

"M-Mr. Martin…"

The moment Louie tried to speak to Wendell, Wendell gave him yet another slap.

"Shut the f*ck up! Stop f*cking talking to me!"

To Wendell, Kingsley was just like the devil who had come to harvest his soul.

He did not want to catch Kingsley's attention at all!

And yet, this clueless Louie kept calling his name over and over again. Was Louie trying to make sure that Kingsley knew who he was?

Once again, Louie was in absolute shock over the slap he just received.

He had no idea what he had done wrong this time.