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Early that morning, his phone buzzed with a call from Aspen, who rang in from Blumedale with a voice full of shock. “Kingsley, you’re unbelievable! Did you seriously kill Michael?”
Kingsley calmly munched on his breakfast and replied, “You already know the answer to that. So what’s the point of asking me?”
Aspen paused for a beat, then snapped, “Do you realize Kenny and the entire Golding family are absolutely losing it right now? Kenny’s in the middle of Michael’s funeral, and he swore you’ll crawl to Michael’s grave and kneel until your knees bleed!”
Kingsley let out a cold laugh. “Well, that wish is probably gonna stay a wish. Because instead of getting me on my knees… he just might end up lying next to his son. Michael’s gone, and Daddy might be next.”
Aspen growled, “You’ve taken this way too far. All this-for Lauren? You think she’s worth it?”
Kingsley answered without hesitation, “She is. Absolutely.”
Aspen went quiet for a long moment before scoffing, “Wow. I didn’t think you were the sentimental type. You’d go that far for Lauren… but I’ve been busting my ass in the capital, working day and night for you, and you’ve never said a single kind word.”
Kingsley said flatly, “Aspen, you know exactly what your role is. All that running around? That’s your job. I’m not some stingy corporate shark. As long as you keep the business running well, I’ll even let you collect ten grand or so a month in your free time.”
Aspen clutched her chest in fury, nearly smashing her phone on the floor. The amount was ridiculous.
After all, she was the beloved daughter of Bridgefields’ prestigious Snees family -yet she was working herself to death for him, and he thought she was only worth ten grand.
Kingsley might as well rob a bank at this rate.
“Fine. Whatever. I’m hanging up now!” she snapped.
Her voice had turned cold and mechanical. “Just take care of yourself, Kingsley. If you end up dead, that ten billion and my freedom won’t belong to you anymore.”
Kingsley chuckled. “Well, for a statement like that, I guess I’ll have to stay alive just to spite you.”
“Go kill yourself!” Aspen barked and slammed the call shut.
Kingsley smiled again. He thought Aspen was overdue for a little attitude adjustment, as she had become a bit too feisty lately.
Across from him, Francesca picked at her breakfast with a pout. “Wow, you and
Aspen sure are talking a lot these days.”
Kingsley glanced up and grinned. “What’s wrong, my little princess? Feeling a bit salty?”
Francesca huffed. “As if! Why would I be jealous?”
Kingsley replied smoothly, “If we’re talking about frequent contact, Fran, technically you and I are the most connected.”
Francesca blinked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Kingsley gave her a slow, meaningful smirk. “Because someone’s been sneaking into my bed every night… and let’s just say our conversations get very in-depth.”
Francesca turned red in an instant, completely flustered as she rushed to shut him up.
She glared at Kingsley with her cheeks burning, then growled, “Don’t get cocky. Lauren’s about to join my team soon enough!”
“We’ll tag-team you and drain you dry!” Francesca teased with a smirk.
Kingsley waved her off, signaling it was time to get serious. “Lauren and her parents headed back to Blumedale, right?”
Francesca nodded. “Yeah, they left early this morning to attend Michael’s funeral.”
She hesitated before asking, “Kingsley, was Michael’s death really your doing?”
Kingsley could read her like a book. She was softening, clearly having second thoughts.
However, Kingsley was not the type to show mercy-not to someone like Michael, who had practically written his own death sentence.
“If I said it wasn’t me, would you believe me?” he replied calmly, deflecting the question.
Francesca smiled faintly. “It doesn’t matter. Whatever you say, I’ll believe it. You say the word, and I’ll follow it.”
Kingsley chuckled. “That’s my girl. Then tonight, wash up and be ready for me on time.”
Francesca had not expected the conversation to take that sharp of a turn and blushed furiously. “Pervert! No way!”
After breakfast, Francesca had the day off and headed over to Moonlit Apothecary. It was just Cedric holding the place down, so whenever she had free time, she would swing by to help.
Meanwhile, Kingsley-true to form-played the role of hands-off boss and did absolutely nothing. Instead, he drove his G-Wagon straight to West End’s headquarters.
Aspen had already launched the company operations in Blumedale. As the man behind a billion-dollar empire, Kingsley knew he would have to make an appearance there soon. However, he still had unfinished business in Jayrodale.
One of those pressing matters? Shiloh had captured another semi-martial king. At this point, the West End dungeon was holding two of them.
Natasha and Dylan were both stunned by it. Since when did guys at the semi- martial king level get thrown into lockup like street punks caught shoplifting?
When the steel door creaked open, Kingsley stepped inside and finally came face to face with the one Elon had mentioned-Reuben.
The man was huge, nearly seven feet tall, with a menacing presence. His long, jet-black hair hung downin a wild mess that half-covered his face, making him look like some outlaw villain straight out of a martial arts flick.
In the neighboring cell, Phantom Eye let out a cold laugh. “Kid, you’ve got balls, I’ll give you that. Reuben’s a guest elder of the Golding family. Even their patriarch, Richard Golding, has to show him respect.
“And now you just walk in here like it’s no big deal? If Reuben wanted to kill you, he could snap your neck in a blink.”
Natasha and Dylan tensed up immediately. They had not expected Kingsley to just waltz into the cell like that, especially not in front of someone as dangerous as Reuben.
Unlike Phantom Eye, who had been nearly beaten to death by Shiloh and had not recovered yet, Reuben was still in full form-he was a walking time bomb.
When he sensed someone approaching, Reuben lifted his head from the corner. His eyes, hidden beneath that wild mess of hair, gleamed like a predator’s. A sinister grin stretched across his face.
He hissed, “I’m guessing you heard what Phantom Eye just said? I really have no idea who gave you the guts, but you seriously came in here empty-handed to face me? That violent woman’s not here right now. If I take you hostage, I can walk right out of here.”
Kingsley glanced around casually as if he had not heard a word Reuben said and replied, completely unbothered, “Well, if you can take me hostage, then yeah… feel free to leave this place.”
Kingsley said, “But you’d better drop that thought… because the consequences will be brutal.”
Reuben froze for a second-then burst into loud, mocking laughter. “You’ve got some nerve, kid! Really putting on a show, huh? You clearly didn’t hear Phantom Eye the first time. I’m a guest elder of the Golding family in Blumedale, a semi- martial king! And you’re threatening me?”
To Reuben, Kingsley was just some punk-someone he could crush with one hand if he wanted. He did not take him seriously in the slightest.
Phantom Eye chimed in from the side, “Reuben, if this kid’s acting this cocky, it probably means that crazy woman is still nearby. You might wanna hold off, or this could get ugly fast.”
Reuben snorted. “Even if she is, I’m not scared of her. As long as I grab this kid, I don’t believe she’d dare make a move.”
The words had barely left his mouth before he lunged forward, charging straight at Kingsley.
A wicked grin spread across his face. “You walked right into this. Don’t blame me for what happens next!”
Natasha panicked. “Darling! Watch out!”
However, Kingsley just stood at the cell doorway, completely unfazed as Reuben came barreling toward him. “I already told you that this was gonna end badly for you. Why don’t people ever listen?”
He casually shook his head, then raised his hand-and slapped Reuben across the face.
Just as Reuben got close, a monstrous wave of force slammed into him like a tsunami. He let out a startled growl, but it was too late to react.
He barely got his arms up to block when Kingsley’s palm struck him head-on, then followed through with another blow straight to the head.
Reuben’s massive body slammed into the steel support pillar of the cell, warping the metal on impact. He crashed into it like a ragdoll, his head busting open with a splatter of blood.
Kingsley’s slap was not fancy, nor did it involve any flashy techniques a martialarts flair. It was just pure, raw power-concentrated into one brutal strike that landed with devastating force.
“You…” Reuben tried to move, but could not. He clutched his bleeding head, trembling as he stared at Kingsley, speechless and terrified.
Kingsley did not even spare him a glance as he turned and walked out of the cell. “Bring him out,” he ordered calmly.
Natasha and Dylan moved in and dragged Reuben out without hesitation.
By now, Reuben was soaked in blood, especially around his head, where the wound hadn’t stopped gushing. He lay at Kingsley’s feet, shivering in pure terror.
“Reuben? H-How did that happen?” Phantom Eye stood in shock, his brain struggling to process what he saw.
Reuben-the guy everyone feared-was now lying there, barely conscious. And the one who did it was just a young man.
Reuben barely managed to sit up, ignoring Phantom Eye and focusing all his attention on Kingsley. “Y-You’ve gotta be a martial king, right? You have to be!”
He shouted the words with every ounce of strength he had left, voice trembling with fear.
Kingsley did not answer. However, Phantom Eye gasped sharply, ultimately losing his cool. His legs wobbled beneath him, desperately trying to get away from the cell door.
He silently muttered, “A martial king? That punk is a freaking martial king?
“Name,” Kingsley said flatly.
Reuben dared not show any attitude and quickly answered, “Reuben Davis. I’m from Gabo Creek. Started training at seven, own five properties in Blumedale, have 400 million in liquid assets, and one illegitimate son-“
Kingsley waved his hand, cutting him off. “I asked for your name, not your entire autobiography.”
Reuben bowed his head, nodding repeatedly. “Got it, got it! My bad, sir!”
Kingsley asked, “Do you want me to let you go?”
Reuben looked at him eagerly. “Of course I do! Who wouldn’t? But I get it-there’s no such thing as a free lunch. I ended up in your hands, so obviously, there’s a price I’ve got to pay.”
Kingsley gave a knowing smile. “Now that’s the mindset of a real veteran. You’re sharp, Reuben. Oh, and stop calling me ‘sir’.’ I’m not that old.”
Reuben laughed awkwardly. “Among martial artists, we don’t judge by age. We go by power. If you’ve surpassed me, then calling you sir is only right.”
Kingsley did not argue with him. Instead, he said, “I’ll let you walk free-but under one condition. You’ll need to train my people for a while. Especially these two. Get them to the peak of the senior grandmaster stage, and you’re free to go.”
Reuben looked troubled as he pointed at Natasha and Dylan. “Sir, you don’t mean those two, right?”
Kingsley nodded. “That’s exactly who I mean.”
Reuben muttered, “The widow’s not a problem. But that big guy next to her… he’s gonna be a lot more work.”
Kingsley said coolly, “If it were easy, I wouldn’t be bothering you with it.”
Reuben hesitated, then asked carefully, “And if I don’t agree… what would you do with me?”
Kingsley answered slowly, “The Golding family and I… let’s just say we’re not on good terms anymore. That fat bastard, Elon, was tricked into eating shit by me, of course. So, letting you go scot-free? That’s not happening. If you say no, I’ll have to kill you.”
Reuben’s body went rigid. He immediately responded, “Alright! I’ll do it! I’ll train your people, no problem!”
If Kingsley was bold enough to mess with the Golding family and make Elon eat human waste, then Reuben could only imagine what kind of maniac he was really dealing with.
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