I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 70

Kingsley's icy voice reached Stephen's ears, causing goosebumps all over his body. Cold sweat broke out from Stephen's forehead as he slowly raised his hands and said in horror, "I won't move... I won't move..."

Those men of his who had just rushed to Leroy's side all stopped before they could start. They were just a bunch of street thugs, so when they saw real guns, they were scared stiff.

"M-Mister, you said earlier that you are also one of us. We’re all family, right? This will just harm both sides." Stephen raised his arms and didn't dare to move at all, for fear that he would lose his life if he accidentally made a move.

"Who the hell is your family?" Kingsley's voice was cold. "You’re not worth it!"

Hearing this, Stephen was so frightened that his eyes lost focus. "Could it be... Are you from the police station?"

In his heart, there could only be two kinds of people who had guns in their hands—bigwigs in life or the police.

"O-Officer, Young Master Lawson and the captain of the police station are good buddies. Y-You must not shoot... Let’s discuss this in a good way..."

Stephen was about to collapse from fright as his voice trembled like a sheep’s.

Kingsley pointed at his head with the gun. "Weren’t you a big guy just now? Come on! Finish what you started!"

"No, no, no... I won't dare to do so..." Stephen's face was utterly bloodless by now.

"O-Officer, you call the shots here!"

At this time, a young man with yellow hair next to him said, "Mr. Cooley, I go to the police station almost once or twice every week. I'm familiar with the people there, but I've never seen this person before."

"Yeah, I've never seen this person before too," someone echoed.

"And there is absolutely no such bigwig in Solaris."

The yellow hair frowned and added, "Is this gun fake?"

It dawned on everyone when he said this, and Stephen's expression stiffened.

Guns are not something that anyone can own casually. I can’t possibly be so unlucky that I actually met a man who is neither a policeman nor a big shot but has a real gun in his hand, right? This probability is even lower than winning the lottery.

"Boy. If you dare to frighten me with a toy gun, believe it or not, I will really kill you today." Stephen was ruthless in his words, but his body did not move. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"Toy gun?" Kingsley raised the corner of his mouth.

"If you are not afraid of death, you can try it."

The yellow-haired man next to him was eager to make a name for himself, so he shouted loudly, "Let’s try it!"

While speaking, he suddenly rushed toward Kingsley.

At once, the muzzle moved slightly, and a bang was heard.

Bang!

As the gunshot rang in the air, an appalling red dot appeared between the yellow-haired man’s eyebrows in the next second. It was one gunshot right between the eyebrows.

Everyone present was terrified. Staring blankly at the man’s corpse, they almost forgot to breathe.

Stephen was so frightened that he peed himself. If it weren’t for his hands on the table, he would have collapsed to the ground long ago. Feeling fearful, he secretly scolded in his heart that the man really deserved to die.

I almost got myself killed because of him.

Kingsley put the warm muzzle on Stephen's temple again and said lightly, "Do you want to try it too?"

"No, no, I don't want to..." Stephen's legs trembled wildly.

"M-Mister, this rule about the tripled price on the contract price was truly set by Young Master Peter. It's honestly none of my business. I'm just a part-time worker..."

"Call Peter and have him come over." Kingsley's voice was icy. "Looks like he has to eat his own sh*t now."

Stephen didn't understand what Kingsley meant, but he hurriedly called Peter.

"Y-Young Master Lawson, I'm Stephen. There is something wrong with the Nicholson Family Cemetery..."

Before he finished speaking, Peter said impatiently, "Is it because the other party refuses to change the contract price? Just beat them up. Don't let them get away with it."

"I-I did… But we failed..."

"What the hell? Are you in trouble? Wait there. I happen to be nearby, so I'll be there soon."

After that, he hung up the phone.

Stephen shivered and raised his phone. "Hey, he will be here soon. Just let me go..."

Kingsley retracted his gun and pointed at the yellow-haired corpse on the ground. "Take him away. Don't pollute the land of my family."

"Yes, yes, yes…" Stephen nodded and bowed, after which he instructed the two frightened subordinates next to him, yelling, "Go, take the body back to the company for disposal!"

Those two subordinates acted as if they were pardoned. At lightning speed, they lifted the corpse and

left in a hurry.

After a while, there was a sudden screeching of brakes from the gate.

Roughly 5 or 6 Mercedes-Benz business cars parked at the entrance of Summers Residence, and then more than 20 big men with tattoos all over their bodies got down.

The person leading the group was none other than Peter. Behind him, there was also a man with a ferocious and vicious face.

This person was none other than Mickey Kray, who met Kingsley on the bus the first day he came back.

Peter shouted arrogantly, "Where are those punks?! Let me see who dares to go against the Lawson Family!"

While speaking, he had already stepped into the front hall.

"It's you?"

When he saw Kingsley, his pupils shrank suddenly.

That day when he helped Caleb find a place, he was kicked by Kingsley until he vomited blood and had to lie in bed for a week before he recovered.

At this moment, he was outraged to meet his archenemy. He turned his head and said to Mickey, "Mickey, I have a grudge against this kid; you help me teach him a lesson."

"I have a f*cking grudge against him too." The veins on Mickey's face trembled; the man wished nothing more than to kill Kingsley on the spot to relieve his hatred.

On the bus that day, he kneeled all the way. It was the most humiliating moment in his life.

"Boy! We'll meet again. This time, unluckily for you, you’ve fallen in my hands!"

Kingsley ignored him but said to Peter, "Young Master Lawson, I made it very clear last time that you need to live broadcast yourself eating poop before the end of the month, but I don't seem to have seen you eating sh*t on any live platform?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

Even the angry Mickey looked at Peter in surprise.

The second young master of the Lawson Family is supposed to eat sh*t on live broadcast? This is unbelievable.

Peter's expression changed rapidly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, don't get on your high horse. Right now, you don't have the support of the second young lady in the Tanner Family. It's easy for me to end you."

He pointed at Mickey. "This is the general of Advisor Shane from the first military division of Jarett Cole. You will surely die today."

As soon as they heard Peter's introduction, Stephen and the others, who had been frightened to death,

recovered a bit.

Advisor Shane's men were here. Even if Kingsley had a gun in his hand, they shouldn't be afraid.

How can a gun possibly kill more than 30 people at once here? What's more, Advisor Shane is also an exceptional armed man.

On the other hand, Kingsley gave a cold, disdainful smile. "A successful general? Even if Kenny himself comes here, he has to kneel down before me."