I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 33

"What's wrong, Advisor Shane?" Charlie didn't know what happened, and he had no idea what Kingsley had just thrown.

At this moment, Kenny's call was picked up. A tough voice resonated from the other side of the phone, saying, "Hello? Advisor Shane?" However, Kenny just sat there blankly as though his soul had left his body.

Charlie didn't know what was happening, but he shouted, "Call the brothers up, Advisor Shane! Once we let him escape, there won't be a chance as great as this to threaten Reene!"

The person on the other side of the phone had seemingly heard Charlie's shouting, so he yelled, "Advisor wants us to go up! Everybody! Grab your weapons!"

With all this happening around him, Kenny still turned a deaf ear and remained glassy-eyed.

"Advisor Shane?" Charlie tried calling him again, but he was still not responding.

Just then, Kingsley blew a wreath of smoke and said, "There's no point in calling him, for he won't dare to open his mouth anymore." This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

"What do you mean?" Startled, Charlie felt something wasn't right in an instant. A moment ago, he was in his own world, fantasizing about how he'd toy with Reene without realizing the sudden change in Kenny's expression. He finally caught on and noticed that there was a problem.

"What is going on—" Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Kenny sliding down from the couch gradually as though he had lost his bones. Thud! Almost immediately, Kenny had his knees on the

floor, kneeling before Kingsley!

At this moment, Charlie was completely dumbfounded. Boss Jarett's number one combat advisor, who could influence the whole underworld of Solaris Province with a stamp of his, was kneeling before someone! Even worse, that someone was a young man in his twenties!

"What's going on? Advisor Shane, what's wrong with you? He's just an orphan! Why are you kneeling —"

"Shut up!" Before Charlie could finish his sentence, Kenny yelled at him furiously with reddened eyes, cutting him off.

Charlie was speechless; he was in total confusion and had no idea what was going on.

Just then, Kenny held up the Northern Draken Tag respectfully and walked on his knees to approach Kingsley. Then, he presented the tag to the latter with both his hands and said, "You are… This tag—" He was so shaken up that he was rambling in a shaky voice.

"It doesn't matter who I am." Kingsley gave him a cold stare. "What matters is that you planned on detaining me and threatening Reene, right?"

Kenny's face paled at once upon hearing that, for whoever possessed the Northern Draken Tag was the underworld king in the Northern Underworld of Qustia! For an ordinary person like him, attempting to hold the king hostage was a death wish.

"I-I dare not—" Just then, Kenny raised his hand and slapped himself.

"I spoke impulsively!" Slap!

"I shall be punished!" Slap!

"I was wrong!"

Slap! He slapped himself mercilessly after every sentence.

Meanwhile, Charlie became terrified and confused as he watched the scene unfold from the side. From what he saw, Kingsley had thrown something at Kenny before the latter immediately went insane. "W- What kind of black magic is this?!" He sat behind the broken desk while trembling.

At this moment, more than ten stalwart men flooded into the room from the corridor. Some of them were holding wooden sticks while others held batons, but all of them had a vicious look on their faces. Once they saw the shattered door of the president's office, they knew something was up at once, so they bellowed, "Advisor!"

"What's wrong?!"

"Where's Advisor Shane?"

They came in aggressively, and their faces were ruthless. However, as they stepped on the shattered glass, ready to start a fight, they were all stunned in an instant. At once, the fierce expressions stuck on their faces seemed hilarious.

"Advisor—" The exalted number one combat advisor in their hearts was kneeling before a young man

and quivering like a dog.

"Get out! All of you!" Kenny was scared to death, for he was afraid that his incongruous subordinates would make things worse, so he yelled at them in an attempt to chase them out.

"Since they're already here, why leave?" Kingsley threw the cigarette butt under his feet and stamped the cigarette out. "Come in, all of you!" Everybody got the chills from his roar of rage.

Thirty seconds later, all the vicious-looking brawny men let go of the weapons in their hands and kneeled beside Kenny.

With his legs crossed, Kingsley looked at Charlie, whose face was full of fear. "President Dean, what was your request to Reene again?"

"I-It was nothing—" Charlie's legs were quivering in fear. Now that even Boss Jarett's number one combat advisor was acting cowardly, how could he still be arrogant?

When Kingsley heard that, his expression turned cold at once. "I really hate people lying to me. If you still dare to answer with another lie, I'll cut your tongue out!"

As soon as he said that, Charlie could feel a heavy pressure against him. "I-I'll say it—" His face was totally pale. "I-I asked Reene to sleep with me for a night, and I promised that I'd invest in her—"

"How much?"

"T-Twenty million—"

"You're only offering twenty million, yet you still dare to ask her to sleep with you?" Kingsley gave him a murderous glare.

With that, Charlie's knees buckled as he fell to the ground. He said with quivering lips, "I-I won't do it again… Never again… I can provide funds for Reene right now! One hundred million! I can give her one hundred million right away without any dividends! No, no, a billion!"

He knew that if he didn't offer anything, he would be a dead person today. Even though he was rich, he still didn't dare offend those in the underworld. After all, they were all cold-blooded and had no scruples about committing murder!

Kingsley tapped his finger on his knees and thought about it for a moment before asking, "Do you know which companies Reene went to ask for investment?"

"Well—" After putting his thoughts together, he answered, "Cleapolis has eight investment companies that can be brought to the table; plus the big corporations that have business connections with Neveah Department Store, I can probably guess which companies President Wynn reached out to."

"Good." Kingsley stood up gradually. "I'll give you two days to find them all! I'd like to see who would still dare to refuse to invest in Neveah Department Store!"

As sweat trickled down from his forehead, Charlie uttered, "I-I'm not that influential—"

Just then, Kingsley glanced at Kenny. "If I spare your life now, can you be of any use?" What he really meant was that if he couldn't help Charlie to complete this task, he would certainly die today.

"Of course—" Kenny nodded again and again. "Who would dare not to cooperate? I'll let my brothers

kill their whole family!"

"Great!" Kingsley thundered. "I want to see all of them at Neveah Department Store two days later at noon. Bring me their heads if they're a minute late!"