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Kenny clenched his teeth. “You little brat, do you really think I’d agree to that? I’ve got everything over Jameson now. Why wouldn’t I take the family leadership?”
Kingsley’s tone was calm but firm. “If you won’t cooperate, then I guess your precious son will just rot here in Jayrodale.”
Kenny exploded in rage. “You wouldn’t dare!”
Elon, meanwhile, straightened his white suit and stepped forward, looking down at Kingsley with a cold smile. “Let him go, and I’ll give one chance. Get down on your o knees at my feet and swear boyalty tome, or I’ll end you right here. Your choice.”
Kingsley laughed. “Fatty, are you dreaming or something?”
Elon tilted his head, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Did you just call me…
‘fatty’?”
Kingsley simply stared at him, his expression unchanging. “Is there another fatty around here that I’m missing?”
Elon’s face twisted into a vicious grin, his laughter growing louder and more menacing. “You’ve got some nerve, kid, talking to me like that. Fine, I’ll give you one chance. Listen carefully.”
He puffed out his chest, clearly enjoying the sound of his own voice. “I am Elon Golding, the eldest son of the Golding family from Blumedale. Remember that.”
After his grand speech, Elon paused, looking down at Kingsley with disdain, expecting him to be awestruck and drop to his knees in submission.
Instead, Kingsley responded with one word, “I’diot.”
Kenny exploded in rage. “Elon, do you see now? This little punk won’t learn until he’s crushed. Just take him out already!”
Elon was seething. He had just announced his prestigious background, and this nobody, Kingsley, had the audacity to call him an idiot. It was clear-Kingsley was asking for death.
“Kill him!” Elon barked, stepping back into the protective circle of his bodyguards. He crossed his arms, ready to watch the show.
Over 100 elite bodyguards, all former special forces operatives, turned their cold, predatory gazes toward Kingsley. They were ready to strike. Elon had booked the entire hotel for this very purpose-to give his men the space to deal with Kingsley without interference.
Up on the second floor of the hotel lobby, two figures watched the scene unfold.
Jameson and Tiana stood silently, their expressions grim.
Tiana sneered. “Do you see now how reckless this kid is? He just called Elon an idiot to his face. And you said you admired his boldness? Please. This isn’t boldness-it’s suicide.”
Jameson’s face was serious. “Arguing won’t help. We need to step in and help this young man. At the very least, he has the courage to stand up to Elon head- on.”
Tiana snorted. “Help? How? Those hundred bodyguards down there are handpicked from the Golding family’s private security force. Even if we could stop them, don’t forget-Elon brought a halfermet martial king with him. If that guy shows up, even I won’t be able to do anything.”
Jameson frowned deeply, about to respond, when he saw Kingsley below grab Michael and hoist him up. A gleaming knife appeared in Kingsley’s hand, pressed firmly against Michael’s throat.
Tiana gasped. “What is he doing? Is he trying to go down in a blaze of glory against the Golding family? This is madness!”
Downstairs, Kingsley held Michael hostage, his voice cold and mocking, “Go ahead, fatty. Tell your men to make a move. But just know if anyone so much as twitches, I’ll slit this guy’s throat.”
Kenny panicked. “Elon, stop them! Michael is my heir. He can’t die!”
Elon was furious, his voice a low growl. “Kingsley, do you really have a death wish? Let him go, and I’ll make sure your death is quick.”
Kingsley smirked. “Big talk, fatty. But I’m not letting him go. What are you gonna do about it? If you give the order, Michael dies first.”
With that, Kingsley pressed the knife harder, and a thin line of blood appeared on Michael’s neck.
Michael screamed, his voice trembling with fear. “Elon, listen to him! Do what he says! This guy’s a maniac-he’ll kill me if you push him. I don’t want to die!”
Elon pointed a shaking finger at Kingsley, his voice rising to a roar. “You little bastard, you might not realize this, but your woman is in my hands right now. Let Michael go and cut off your own arms and legs. If you don’t, I’ll have Francesca killed!”
Elon had expected his status as the eldest son of the Golding family to make Kingsley bow down in submission. Yet, Kingsley did not give him the time of day.
Instead, he showed up alone with Michael, ready to negotiate. Despite facing over a hundred elite bodyguards from the Golding family, Kingsley showed no fear. In fact, he took Michael hostage right under their noses.
Elon, representing the Golding family, had seen his fair share of challenges over the years. But this level of disrespect was a first. It ignited a deep, cruel rage within him.
How dare this nobody, this insignifican’t ant, challenge someone from one of the Five Apex Families? Kingsley had to be crushed.
Kenny glared at the knife in Kingsley’s hand, sneering. “You didn’t expect this, did you? You thought you were the only one with leverage? Well, guess what? We’ve got your woman. Bet you didn’t see that coming!”
Kingsley smirked, his tone calm. “I knew you had Fran the moment she was taken. That’s why I sent Mr. Warren to investigate. She’ll be rescued soon.”
Elon burst out laughing, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’re delusional! The Golding family handled this. Do you really think that fat pig Donald can find her? Even if he could, do you think the Jayrodale police would dare cross the Golding family? Donald would be out of a job by tomorrow!”
Kenny grinned viciously. “You hear that, Kingsley? That’s the power and influence of my son-in-law. Your woman is in our hands, and you’re completely at our mercy. So, get on your knees and accept your punishment. I promise we won’t make your death too painful.”
Kingsley chuckled, then suddenly asked, “Elon, if I had to guess, you handed Fran over to one of the Golding family’s top enforcers, didn’t you?”
Elon didn’t deny it, his voice filled with arrogance. “You’re not as dumb as you look. Of course, I wouldn’t keep a hostage with me. Francesca is being guarded by one of our semi-martial kings. So, do you really think Donald the pig stands a chance?”
Kingsley shook his head. “I never expected Mr. Warren to risk his neck for me.” Kenny sneered. “Then why even call him? Just to make a fool of yourself?” Kingsley smiled. “No, I just wanted to see if you’d be stupid enough to bring Fran with you. Turns out, you’re not that dumb. That’s a relief.”
Elon’s face darkened. “Playing mind games, huh? Kid, you’re way out of your league. What’s next? Are you going to tell me your people have already found Francesca and rescued her?”
Kingsley nodded. “You’re catching on, fatty. By now, it should be done.”
Elon burstanto mocking laughter. “You’re unbelievable, Kingsley.
heir to the Golding family, but even I can’t match your level of ar
His expression turned icy. “Jayrodale is a big city. If you think you can find Francesca’s location in such a short time, you must think you’re some kind of god. And let’s not forget, one of our semi-martial kings is guarding her. Even if your people somehow stumble upon her, they’ll be walking straight into their deaths!”
Kenny could not contain his impatience. “Elon, stop wasting time with him. Make him release Michael, or we kill Francesca!”
Elon was about to respond when the entrance to the hotel lobby suddenly flooded with people. Nearly 1000
members of Jayrodale’s underground forces had arrived, filling the space with an intimidating presence.
The crowd surged in, filling the Royal Suite of the Jayrodale Grand Hotel with an overwhelming presence. The hotel manager, his face pale, rushed forward and barked, “Dylan, Natasha, what the hell are you doing with all these people? Get out! The Royal Suite is booked for an important guest today. You’re not welcome!”
Dylan did not hesitate and immediately kicked the manager sending him sprawling to the floor. “Shut up, or I’ll end you right here.” 21
His calm, icy tone was enough to make the manager nearly wet himself.
The crowd parted, and Francesca walked in, unharmed. “Kingsley, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” she said, her voice steady.
Then, glaring at Elon, she added, “But watch out for this fat pig from the Golding family. He’s the one who kidnapped me!”
Kingsley turned to look at her and smiled. “Fatty, Kenny, I told you Fran would be rescued soon. Believe me now?”
Kenny was in shock. “Elon, w-what’s going on? Did your people let her go?”
Elon’s face was dark with anger. “Nonsense! The Golding family’s men are elite, not idiots. Do you really think they’d just let her go?”
He immediately pulled out his phone and called the semi-martial king who was supposed to be guarding Francesca. This man was his trump card, the one he had brought to Jayrodale as insurance.
Initially, Elon thought the semi-martial king was unnecessary. Nonetheless, he was the eldest son of the Golding family, and wherever he went, it would have to be a grand affair. Hence, even if it was_ unnecessary, it was still best to have such an arrangement.
As soon as the call connected, a panicked voice came through. “Mr. Golding, save me! Please, come quick!”
Elon was stunned. “Reuben, what’s happening? With your skills, you should be unstoppable in Jayrodale. What’s going on?”
Reuben Davis’ voice trembled with fear. “Mr. Golding, it’s a woman… a terrifying woman. She’s beating me to death! Please, save me!”
Elon’s face twisted in rage. “Where are you? How am I supposed to save you if I don’t know where you are?” Reuben sounded like he was on the verge of tears. “I’m in a cell… Ah! Please, ma’am, spare mebl beg you!”
The call ended abruptly with the sound of Reuben begging. Elon tried calling again, but the phone was turned off. He kept trying, but it was no use-the line was dead.
“Kingsley, what the hell did you do? Why is the Golding family’s semi-martial king locked up and begging for his life?” Elon roared, his face red with fury. His trump card was gone, and he was starting to feel vulnerable.
Kingsley smirked. “Maybe your semi-martial king had a sudden craving for prison food. Who knows? But here’s the deal-you’re out of options, fatty. And you, old dog, you’ll do exactly as I say from now on. Got it?”
Kenny’s lips trembled with suppressed rage, but he stayed silent.
Elon, however, laughed mockingly. “You really think you’re something, don’t you? Even without Reuben, I’m still the eldest son of the Golding family I’m nobility, born to rule You’re nothing but a bug. Go ahead, try to touch me. I dare you!”
Elon stepped forward, closing the distance between him and Kingsley.
Michael quickly warned, “Elon, don’t do anything stupid. Kingsley doesn’t mess around-he’ll hit you without a second thought!”
Elon sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. He declared dramatically, “I’m Elon Golding, the epitome of money, glory, and power! Kingsley, do you even know who you’re messing with-“
Before he could finish, Kingsley slapped him twice. The force sent Elon’s nearly 400-pound body flying backward. Blood gushed from his nose and mouth as he crashed to the ground, looking utterly humiliated.
Kingsley casually wiped his hands and said, “The epitome of money, glory, and power? You’re more like a loser. Look at yourself now. You’re nothing but a pathetic mess.”
Elon was stunned, his face twisted in rage. His eyes blazed with fury as he roared, “You little punk! How dare you hit me? Do you have a death wish for your entire family?”
Kenny stood frozen, completely shocked. After all, Elon was a big shot in
Blumedale, where no one dared to cross him. But here in Jayrodale, he was just slapped down like a nobody. How could Kingsley have the guts to do something like this?
“Kill him!” Elon screamed, his voice shaking with rage. Reuben might be gone, but the Golding family still had a hundred elite bodyguards on standby. They were more than enough to tear Kingsley to pieces.
Kenny tried to calm him down. “Elon, think this through! Michael is still in his hands!” he pleaded, but Elon was beyond reason.
“I don’t care! If I don’t crush this guy today, I don’t deserve the title of the invincible dragon!” Elon shouted, his voice cracking.
He even started reciting his mantra again, “I’m Elon Golding, the epitome of money, glory, and power-
Kingsley had to admit that he was impressed by the guy’s ability to keep up the act even now. Nonetheless, he was not in the mood for theatrics. With a swift motion, he tossed Michael’s body straight at Elon, cutting off his poetic rambling mid- sentence.
“Attack!” Kingsley commanded, his voice cold and sharp.
At his signal, Jayrodale’s entire underground force surged forward. Nearly a thousand fighters charged at the Golding family’s hundred elite bodyguards.
Despite being outnumbered, the bodyguards stood their ground, their unified shouts echoing throug room as they fought back.
Yet, the sheer number of attackers was overwhelming. For every guard they took down, two more seemed to take their place. Dylan and Natasha joined the fray, breaking through the bodyguards’ formation and sending them into chaos.
Elon lay on the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched his family’s elite guards fall one by one. “H-How is this possible?” he stammered, his voice trembline]. no
“These are just street thugs from Jayrodale! How can they beat the Golding family’s best?”
Kenny wiped the sweat from his forehead, his voice shaky. Elon, these aren’t ordinary thugs. They’re trained really well trained. I don’t know how, but they’re not your average lowlifes.”
Elon screamed in frustration, “That’s bull! Jayrodale is a backwater town! These scumbags don’t have the resources or the discipline to be this good!”
Kenny did not have an answer. He could not understand it either. Since when did the underground forces in Jayrodale become so skilled? It did not make sense.
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