I Am the Ruler of All

"It's me."

Kingsley still managed to walk fast despite the uneven mountain path.

It only took him a few short moments before he was halfway up the mountain.

Zayne stood on the steps of the gazebo and waved at him. "This way!" he urged.

Unhesitantly, Kingsley strode in his direction while he asked, "What of Professor Gershwin? Have you found him?"

"There's no need to rush into looking for the professor. Come over. I have a few friends I want you to meet." Zayne gradually bared his fangs and added sullenly, "No introduction needed, yeah? You know each other."

After Kingsley walked up the steps and into the gazebo, he put on a puzzled expression. "Mr. Martin? What are you doing here?"

Before Wendell could reply, Zayne started braying with laughter, "Haha! Of course he is here to help me teach you a lesson! I am sure you didn't expect for this to happen, you piece of sh*t. You are such easy prey!"

He then blocked off the entrance of the pavilion with his torso as he roared, "Since you are the one who voluntarily fell into our trap, I have no choice but to kill you off!"

"Kill me?" Kingsley looked at him with cold eyes. "I will give you a chance to back out of this for your father's sake."

"Back out? Why should I?" Zayne's face was twisted with rage. "I have been planning for this day for so long. I won't back out!"

With that said, he waved his hand and barked, "Mr. Martin! Seize him!"

Upon hearing that, Wendell stretched out his neck while he stood up. "Should I?" he asked.

"Do it!" Kingsley nodded.

Noticing that something was off, Zayne questioned, "What is the meaning of this, Mr. Martin?" His face fell right that instant. "D-Don't tell me you are betraying me?!"

Wendell only hooked a finger without saying a word.

Immediately, the four burly men behind him dashed toward Zayne with their arms swinging.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" As Zayne's arms were restrained behind his back, he shouted in horror, "Mr. Martin! I will pay you! I will pay you three times the promised amount! Get rid of Kingsley for me!"

"Three times?" Wendell smirked. "I would definitely take the money if it were someone else! Unfortunately, with Boss as my opponent, I have to consider the fact that I have to be alive to spend the money I earned!"

Hearing that, Zayne shrieked, "What are you afraid of?! No one will know if you kill him now! Do you really think he'll let you go after this betrayal? You are too naïve!"

"Regardless of whether he will let me go or not, I will personally apologize to him for what happened today. You don't have to worry about it!"

After saying this, Wendell respectfully came to Kingsley and bowed. "Boss, how would you like for him to be taken care of?"

Kingsley put his hands behind his back and after he slowly walked deeper into the gazebo, he sat down on a bench. "Bring him here," he instructed in an indifferent tone.

As soon as he gave his order, the four burly men manhandled Zayne to Kingsley, as though Zayne was a ragdoll.

They proceeded to give him a hard kick on the back of his knee, making him fall and kneel on the ground with a loud thud.

"Are you stupid or dumb, Zayne Church?" Kingsley crossed his legs. "You saw with your own eyes how respectful Wendell was with me at the hospital, didn't you? And still you went and sought his help to carry out your revenge?"

"How would I have known that he really is a coward?!" Zayne gritted his teeth and spat, "I wouldn't have come to him if I knew any other underground bosses!"

The moment Wendell heard that, he slapped Zayne on the back of his head without missing a beat. "F*ck! Who are you calling a coward, huh?!"

The impact made Zayne see stars, but he still refused to admit defeat. "You are a coward! You are spineless! How are you someone from the underground but you are afraid to earn money?!"