After the three generations of the Hewitt Family entered the VIP box seats, Kingsley finally turned his attention back to the silent guests gathered in the hall.

"Now, I will give you a chance to speak." His fingers tapped against the table lightly. "Whoever believes that I am not qualified to sit here, please feel free to stand up and state your opinion!"

The guests were dead silent. Everybody exchanged glances with terrified expressions on their faces!

The chairman and eldest young master of the Scarlet Heart Group had addressed him as 'Mr. Nicholson'!

The mafia who took down Xanxus Norton had called him 'Boss Nicholson'!

The young master of the Carter Family and the manager of the Coliree Group had addressed him as 'Mr. Nicholson'!

Even the Solaris Military District's Chief of Army instinctively gave him a military salute!

How could such a person be an ordinary person? Who would dare to stand up and fearlessly confront him at this time?

For a time, everybody lowered their heads and trembled where they stood. They even began to breathe lightly and carefully, not daring to make a sound! The people who had spoken up on behalf of Eric earlier were so frightened that their bladders loosened, and urine trickled down their legs!

Kingsley swept his gaze over the crowd and said calmly, "Since you have nothing to say, then let me do the talking." He lowered his head to look at Eric, who was shaking like a leaf in the wind. "Mr. Yorkshire, I went easy on you back at the Sunshine Casino out of respect for President Yorkshire. Why did you not repent for your actions?"

"I…" Eric felt as though someone had stuffed his throat with chicken feathers. There was an itchy and astringent feeling in his throat, leaving him unable to speak a single word!

Kingsley slowly shook his head and then turned to look at Arnold. "President Yorkshire, has the cooperation project with the Coliree Group been going well?"

Arnold instantly went purple in the lips. Even his face took on an unnatural tinge of blue. Then, finally, he stammered, "I-It's going s-smoothly…"

After that, he immediately fell to his knees with a loud 'thud' and knelt down in front of Kingsley. He spoke tremulously, "Mr. Nicholson, it's my fault for raising my son poorly! It's my fault! It's all my fault! Please forgive my son! I will bear all the sins and punishments on behalf of my son!"
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