I Am the Ruler of All

Saying that, Kyle pointed at the chicken soup stains on Kingsley's clothes and sneered, "You're not a f*cking beggar, are you? With how you're dressed, do you think you'd stand a chance competing against me?!"

The crowd erupted into laughter at Kyle's words. It was true that Kingsley's current appearance left much to be desired, as the chicken soup stains left by Calvin on him made the man look as though he had not washed his clothes for several days.

"Hahaha! Just where did this beggar come from? How dare a piece of trash like him go against Young Master Kyle?!"

"His endeavors must have been fruitless so far. He must've gone crazy the moment he saw Young Master Kyle was going to win that chick over!"

"Looks like there are all sorts of people in this world. There are even beggars like him that dare come and ruin Young Master Kyle's joyful occasion!"

Listening to the crowd who had expressed support for him, Kyle felt his anger quelling slightly. Then, he sized Kingsley up and scorned him. "Brat, it's not easy for an ordinary man like you to have entered such a university. Don't ruin your future just because of one woman."

Saying that, one of the lapdogs beside Kyle immediately said, "That's right! Don't you know just who Young Master Kyle is? Don't you know that just a word from him is enough for you to be expelled from this school?! Plus, this won't just end with your school records! Your parents will be dragged into this mess as well! I would advise a common man like yourself to not mess with the likes of us!"

"Common man?" Kingsley shot an icy look at them. "What? So none of you are men? Are you all women dressed in a man's outfit? Or perhaps just animals masquerading as men?"

"F*ck you! Don't you f*cking talk back here!" Kyle took a step forward and said to Kingsley in a condescending tone, "You're a f*cking piece of trash! You'd better kneel and beg me for mercy here! Otherwise, your fate will just be like these f*cking candles! I'll extinguish the life out of you!"

"Kneel for you? Are you sure you're ready for me to do so?" Kingsley asked indifferently.

"Phew! This brat is crazy in the head!" Kyle gave a burst of sardonic laughter. "It's been a while since I've last seen a loser with a backbone!" He then poked at Kingsley's shoulder. "When the other losers lay their eyes on me, all they could do was kneel and call me daddy! I didn't think you would stand your ground against me. You're a f*cking interesting one."

Saying that, Kyle beckoned at the wealthy men beside him and laughed. "How about this? Let us have this interesting loser be our slave for us! He can be our pet in the group!"

The group of wealthy men erupted into laughter at Kyle's suggestion.

"Why not?! This kind of stupid loser is always the most willing one that wants to be our dog!"

"Hahaha! It's just as you said, Young Master Kyle! This kind of poor kid would always pretend to have a backbone of their own! Just giving him some of our leftovers would make him wag his tail at us like a dog!"

Kyle gradually collected himself and stopped his laughter before he looked at Kingsley with shady eyes. "Brat, I'll give you a hundred thousand right now if you kneel now and say: 'I'm sorry, Daddy.' How about it?"

Kingsley smirked. "What should I say when I kneel?"