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ust want to live a normalife
!Kingsley smirked.
Alright then.
Lets talk about my bill.
Should I still pay the five million? Or should I get a discount? Sean shook his head so hard it looked like it might snap.
A discount ! A big one! No, no free! You don’t pay a dime ! Mr. Baldwin, the fact that you even stepped into Dream Paradise is an honor! You made this place shine just by existing here! Kingsley patted Seans chubby, blood covered cheek .
don’t make a habit of this.
With that, he turned and led his people out.
Behind him, Dream Paradise a club once known throughout Jayrodale for its so called Eastonian masseuses lay in complete ruins
The building had been reduced to little more than rubble, inside and out.
Onlookers passing by saw the wreckage and the battered, bloodied figures still groaning on the ground. No one felt pity.
Instead, the city cheered.
One passerby commented, This kind of sleazy joint should ve been shut down ages ago talk about karma ! Someone replied, Exactly! My husband used to come here twice a month, dropping thousands every time
No matter how much I tried to talk sense into him, he wouldnt stop.
But now? Finally, I can relax ! Another chimed in, Damn… I have to say, I’m going to miss Number 9 and Number 11.
Those nights were legendary! The way they ugh, never mind.
Some memories are just too good to forget! A few seasoned veterans stood outside the wreckage of Dream Paradise, sighing nostalgically at the clubs downfall.
Kingsley patted Rodneys shoulder and grinned.
Rodney, I owe you one
Rodney quickly waved it off.
Mr. Baldwin, please this was nothing.
Its what I should do.
Kingsley nodded.
Alright, then take your guys and head back.
Its over now.
Without hesitation, Rodney gathered the Madblade Martial Academy crew and left.
Dylan followed soon after, leaving only Natasha behind.
She folded her arms and narrowed her eyes at Kingsley
So, tell me what the hell were you doing in a place lik this? don’t tell me you actually came to screw around.
Kingsley scoffed
Give me some credit.
I was just tagging along with Mr. Chapman, thats all strictly for a massage.
Natasha shot him a look of pure disbelief.
Oh, please.
A place like this? You expect me to believe you just got a massage? Not buying it.
Kingsley chuckled helplessly.
I swear, thats all it was ! Whether you believe me or not, I can’t help that.
Natashas voice dropped to a sultry whisper.
Darling, let me warn you… if you’re gonna waste your time on those filthy skanks, you might as well waste it on me.
She let out a soft hum, flashing him a seductive smile before throwing him one last teasing glance and strutting off toward West End
Marcus, watching the exchange, gave Kingsley a thumbs up Mr. Baldwin, was that Natasha Vostokoff from West End? That womans got every guy in Jayrodale drooling over her.
Never thought I’d see the day she was completely under your spell! Kingsley glanced at him.
And what exactly do you mean by under my spell? Marcus smirked wickedly.
Come on, man.
Both ways, of course
Lets be real even I wouldnt be able to resist a woman like Natasha.
Shes dangerous in all the right ways.
Kingsley sighed, rubbing his temple.
Mr. Chapman, youve got a daughter, a respectable job, and more money than you could ever need.
So tell me why the hell do you still come to places like Dream Paradise? Marcus was unfazed. Why wouldnt I? Mr. Baldwin, you really need to get out more
For starters, yeah, I have a kid- but I don’t have a wife.
And lets be real, a man has needs.
Whats the point of making all this money if can’t enjoy myself?
continued, Besides, its not e half of Jayrodales big shots here.
come
Even the mayor, Michael, and Stephen have all been regulars.
Kingsley frowned.
Even the mayor ? Isnt he worried about getting caught? Wouldnt that ruin him? Marcus let out a low chuckle.
Mr. Baldwin, sometimes you’re way too naive.
When Mr. Thatcher shows up, the whole damn place goes on lockdown.
Security is airtight nobody sees a thing
And even if I happened to run into him inside, wed both just pretend we never saw each other. Thats the unspoken rule.
Kingsley raised a brow.
Why? Wouldnt that be awkward as hell? I mean, imagine running into Michael or someone how do you even look each other in the eye after that? Marcus smirked knowingly.
Mr. Baldwin, you clearly don’t know the golden rule of these places. Kingsley narrowed his eyes.
What golden rule ? Marcus chuckled and replied, In a club like this… no matter who you are friend, rival, enemy, even family the moment you step inside, you’re all on the Same team.
Kingsley tilted his head.
What team? Marcus grinned.
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Kingsley had Marcus figured out by now. If he had to sum him up in one sentence, it would be a closet hedonist, through and through.
The two were originally planning to head back to Rhodes Corporation together. However, before they could leave, Kingsley’s phone rang-it was Francesca.
“Kingsley, where are you? Get to Moonlit Apothecary right now-Nyla’s in critical condition!” Her voice was trembling, thick with panic and distress.
Kingsley’s face turned ice-cold. “What happened? Take a deep breath and tell me everything!”
Francesca broke down into sobs. “That hunchbacked bastard-Aspen’s guy-the one she hired! He hit Nyla, Kingsley! Please, hurry! The poison is spreading fast-I can’t save her!”
Kingsley did not waste another second. He hung up, slammed his foot on the gas, and tore through the streets toward Moonlit Apothecary.
If Francesca’s description was right, Nyla had been struck by Gordon’s Plaguebringer’s Palm.
Kingsley had survived it before because he was immune to toxins. However, Nyla was just an ordinary woman. Taking a hit from a peak senior grandmaster like Gordon and still being alive was already a miracle.
Nonetheless, Gordon had just signed his own death warrant.
Kingsley’s eyes burned with pure, lethal intent. It had been a long time since he wanted to kill someone this badly.
Aspen was on the list too. He had tolerated her games long enough. Now that she had come after his people, there was no longer any mercy left for her.
The moment his G-Wagon screeched to a halt outside Moonlit Apothecary, Kingsley jumped out and stormed inside.
Francesca was sitting on the floor, cradling Nyla in her arms. Her face was streaked with tears, her expression a mix of helplessness and despair. She had tried to neutralize the poison, but even touching Nyla’s skin made her hands sting.
Plaguebringer’s Palm-a poison so deadly that even minor contact could spread it.
“Fran, move!” Kingsley quickly took Nyla from Francesca’s arms and carefully laid her on the bed.
Pulling her collar aside, he saw the blackened imprint of a palm on her shoulder. Tendrils of dark poison had already spread outward, creeping through her veins.
Her breathing was faint, her eyelids shut tight, and even in unconsciousness, her face was twisted in pain. Kingsley’s gaze shifted to the floor-where a pool of fresh blood had gathered beneath her.
His fury roared even hotter as he thought, ‘Gordon… you’re a dead man.’
“Kingsley, can you save her? If Nyla dies, I swear to God-I’ll hunt Aspen down myself!” Francesca’s voice was hoarse from screaming, her eyes red with rage.
Kingsley pulled out a vitality pill and slipped it into Nyla’s mouth, temporarily preserving her life force Then, with swift precision, he began inserting silver needles into her acupuncture points, drawing out the deadly poison thread by thread.
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