I Am the Ruler of All

Kingsley quietly sneered to himself as he nodded and sassed, "What you said makes sense. Let's do it your way."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Alice by the hand and spoke to her in a gentle voice. "Don't be afraid, Alice. Just head into your room and rest if I am not back after the banquet."

"Alright, I got it." She quickly bobbed her head up and down. "I'll go back to my room."

He could hear the emphasis she put on the word 'room'.

Afterwards, the two of them exchanged glances before Kingsley walked out of the hotel.

At the same time in a gazebo on the side of Mount Crowler, Zayne was sitting on a bench, his legs shaking from his anxiety.

Seated across from him were Wendell and four burly men, who frequently participated in illegal boxing matches.

"Mr. Martin, are you sure you have knocked out Old Man Alan?" Zayne sucked in a deep breath. "Our plan will fall through if he suddenly appears at the banquet!"

Wendell let out a chuckle. "Don't worry," he reassured Zayne. "I have five of my men keeping an eye on him in the room. Even if he wakes up, he won't be able to leave!"

"That's good, then." Zayne glanced over at the dark forest and rubbed his hands together. "F*ck! This damn forest in the middle of nowhere is the perfect place for murdering someone and disposing of their corpse. I will make sure I teach Nicholson a lesson tonight!"

The darkness of the night hid the sneer on Wendell's face well when he, as though implying something, asked, "Dr. Church, where do you think is better for dumping the body? Should we dig a hole and bury it, or just throw it into the forest?"

"Bury? That is going too easy on him, no? I want him to wish he was dead!" A cruel glint flashed across Zayne's eyes. "I will personally cut his tongue and limbs after you and your men capture him. I will make him into a human swine and leave him in the woods!"

As he said that, he glanced at the four burly men behind Wendell and continued doubtfully, "Mr. Martin, aren't there supposed to be 10 of you here?"

However, he didn't wait for Wendell's reply before he answered his own question. "Oh right, you left 5 of them to guard Alan at the hotel."

"What's the matter?" Wendell raised an eyebrow at him. "You worried that we can't catch Kingsley?"

"I am indeed a little worried. Aren't you also quite afraid of him?"

As Zayne recalled the time Kingsley dealt with Louie in the hospital, he muttered worriedly, "After all, even Boss respects him. I am worried that we can't win against him with too few men."

"Why did you come to us, then?" Wendell scoffed. "Also, were you planning on only letting us know that the one you are trying to screw over is Kingsley Nicholson by the time he shows up if I hadn't kept asking about it?"

Zayne suddenly looked embarrassed then. "I had no choice. You are the only one I know among all the underworld bosses in Cleapolis… As for the reason I didn't tell you in advance that he is the one I am targeting, it is because I was worried that you wouldn't dare take on this task. I had to make sure it was done before you realized it..."

"Are you not worried we will stab you in the back?" Wendell unrestrainedly parted his legs and leaned forward slightly. He then hissed, "Are you trying to put your life on the line?"

Zayne's eyes suddenly looked like that of a madman. "I already know that today is the big day—it is either he or I that will die!"

Zayne swiftly took out a stack of money from his pocket and boasted with a smile. "Besides, with this promised to you, I am sure you wouldn't reject my request!"

The sinister expression on his face showed just how confident he was.