I Am the Ruler of All

"What?!" Kingsley's eyes narrowed when he heard the news. He then frantically asked, "What happened? What do you mean it was 'bombed'?!"

The Nicholson Family Cemetery had begun to take shape after the reconstruction under Leroy's around-the-clock supervision.

Kingsley initially expected the remains of his parents to be brought back from the House of Mercy and buried in the Nicholson Family Cemetery within a month's time.

He hadn't foreseen something so terrible to happen at a time like this.

"Mr. Nicholson, I went back to my hometown in Nearcity to stay for the night yesterday. By the time I returned to the site just now, the entire cemetery was in ruins!" Leroy couldn't help but cry. "The workers are all... dead. They died in the explosion. There are firefighters trying to put out the fire now…"

Kingsley's face turned frigid when he heard the constant sound of the siren and commotion coming from the other end of the call.

"I got it. Wait for me. I will head back right away!"

After hanging up, he turned to Wendell and said, "I have to go back to the city right now. I will leave you to handle the rest here! Don't spare Beau's life. Finish him off and bury him on Mount Crowler."

"Understood. Boss, did something happen?" Wendell quickly showed his loyalty when he saw how dark Kingsley's expression had become. "Please give us an order if there is anything my boys and I can help you with."

"It's fine for now," Kingsley replied with a frown. "You only need to take care of what is here."

"Yes, sir! Leave it to us!"

Hearing that, Kingsley nodded and then walked toward the door.

He had just reached the door when his steps came to a pause and he turned around to announce, "The lot of you had better not talk about what happened today. Or else, I don't mind putting all of you in a jar too!"

"Yes, yes, Dr. Nicholson. We will never say a word!" Everyone quickly agreed.

In fact, he didn't even need to threaten them to keep their mouths shut.

None of them was sick of living yet, so of course they wouldn't intentionally offend the God of War himself.

Satisfied with their answer, Kingsley hurried back to the hotel and went to Alice's room. "Alice," he called out. "I have to make a trip back downtown to deal with something. I won't be by your side for the next two days of the forum."

"What is wrong? What happened?" Alice was concerned when she noticed how Kingsley wasn't acting like his usual self. "Should I come with you?"

"It's alright, Alice. It is not something you can help me with." He shook his head. "Besides, this forum is very important to you. You should stay."

Kingsley glanced at his wristwatch before continuing, "Go to Scott and Blake if you need any help. They will assist you as best they can."

Even though he had given the people in the conference room the shock of their lives and no sane person should approach Alice with ill intentions again, Kingsley still had to remind her to seek help from those powerful people in traditional medicine in case something were to happen.

"Alright, Kingsley." With a worried expression on her face, she sighed. "You have to be careful too. Drive slowly on your way back."

After separating from Alice, Kingsley drove directly to the urban area of ​​Cleapolis.

All the news outlets, the radio in his car included, were broadcasting about the explosion that had happened.

"After the Summers Residence was destroyed, another tragic accident that resulted in the instant deaths of more than a dozen construction workers on the exact same piece of land happened. All the buildings under construction were destroyed in an instant. At present, the cause of the explosion and the specific extent of property damage are being investigated and gauged. Our channel will further follow up on the progress of the case…"