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A Reckoning Toast ceremony was not something you saw every day. Since it was being hosted by Raymond, the owner of Dream Paradise himself, whoever was on the receiving end would likely end up in a miserable state. “Damn it, he still hasn’t shown up. This little bastard is really asking for death!” Raymond cursed impatiently. Winston, trying to impress Aspen and Hannah, waved his hand casually and smiled. “Calm down. What’s the rush? With me personally overseeing this, when he shows up, his only option will be to kneel and apologize Winston continued. “If he doesn’t come, well, I’ll personally visit his home tomorrow and make sure his whole family is kneeling at my feet!”
As time continued to slip away, Hannah frowned. She wondered if Kingsley was too afraid to show up. Finley was also gritting his teeth, thinking Kingsley was cunning, treacherous, and despicable. He might actually be standing them up, deliberately embarrassing Raymond.
Just then, there was a commotion at the main entrance. Everyone’s attention immediately shifted in that direction.
Stephen led the way, with Kingsley walking in the center, Dylan and Natasha flanking him on either side, followed by more than a dozen skilled fighters, all walking in unhurriedly.
The crowd immediately erupted into whispered discussions.
“He actually dared to come. This Kingsley has some serious guts!” someone commented.
Another said, “If I were him, I would’ve bought a plane ticket and fled overseas by now. Most of the third day has already passed, so there’s no point in coming now. Mr. Chapman won’t accept his apology!”
“What an idiot! Coming to apologize but bringing backup? Isn’t he just provoking Mr. Chapman and asking for a beating?” someone else remarked.
“Dylan and Natasha better keep their distance if they know what’s good for them. Otherwise, Winston might get angry and wipe out Jayrodale’s entire underground in one fell swoop!”
Kingsley heard almost all the comments from those around him. However, he remained unfazed as he walked directly toward Raymond.
Raymond waved his hand, and immediately, someone brought over a table with alcohol on it.
“Since you’re here, don’t waste time. Just kneel and toast first,” Raymond commanded coldly.
Kingsley’s late arrival had infuriated him. Nonetheless, he thought at least the kid knew what was important and had shown up. Raymond planned to toy with him first, humiliate him thoroughly, and then beat him half to death to vent his anger.
Kingsley seemed to ignore Raymond’s command and instead glanced around the room. When he saw Aspen and Hannah, he could not help but think they were really everywhere. Then, there was Finley, looking smug as ever, though Kingsley knew the guy was just another pathetic loser.
As for the rest? They were unfamiliar, so he paid them no mind.
“Kingsley, are you deaf? I told you to kneel and make the toast!” Raymond shouted again.
He silently cursed at Kingsley, ‘Damn it, this little bastard is completely ignoring me, looking around instead. He really needs to be taught a lesson!’
Winston sat with one leg crossed over the other, his personal bodyguard Jason standing beside him.
Winston mocked, “This little nobody is somewhat interesting. Though he’s weak as hell, he’s putting on quite a show! No wonder Raymond couldn’t handle him. Seems like he’s got something, but not much!”
Aspen smirked coldly. “Kingsley, you’d better listen to Mr. Chapman’s words. When he tells you to kneel, you kneel. When he tells you to toast, you toast.”
Otherwise, your luck runs out today, and you might not even know what killed you!” Aspen threatened. 1 Kingsley gave her a dismissive glance. “Aspen, who do you think you are to tell me what to do? You can’t find anyone to rely on in Jayrodale anymore, can you? Hah, you’re nothing more than a stray!”
Aspen’s expression changed dramatically as she gritted her teeth. Inwardly, she was shocked, wondering if Kingsley had really taken out Gordon. After all, he would not say such things if he did not.
Winston frowned when he saw Aspen’s displeasure. He said coldly, “Raymond, what are you waiting for? Teach him some manners.”
Raymond acknowledged with a grunt, then turned to Kingsley with a vicious smile. He snarled, “You little bastard, I’ll give you one last chance. Hurry up, get down on your knees for the toast, and then accept whatever punishment I decide to give you!”
Kingsley raised an eyebrow. “And if I don’t? Are you going to bite me?”
Raymond was momentarily stunned, then flew into a rage. You really don’t know when to quit, do you? Are you not afraid of dying? Open your damn eyes and look around. Do you think things will end well for you toda don’t kneel?”
The others who had come to witness the Reckoning Toast ceremony broke into an uproar.
“Wow! This guy’s got some nerve. Looking at him, you’d think he was going to defy Mr. Chapman!”
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Another person said, “What an idiot. Even at this point, he doesn’t recognize how serious the situation is. He’s digging his own grave!”
“Maybe he thinks having Natasha and Dylan backing him means he doesn’t have to fear anything. But I heard that Mr. Wright, who Mr. Chapman invited, is the real deal. Dylan and Natasha won’t be able to save his miserable life!”
Dexter had also arrived, hiding in a corner, afraid to be seen. His eyes were filled with hatred and resentment as he looked at Kingsley.
The day Dream Paradise was trashed, he had been severely beaten, almost to death. Upon learning that Raymond had invited Winston as his ace, he had come specifically to watch, desperately hoping that Raymond would kill Kingsley outright.
Natasha frowned. “Mr. Chapman, you should know the real reason behind what happened at Dream Paradise If your son hadn’t been following someone else’s orders to cause trouble with Mr. Baldwin, things wouldn’t have escalated to this point.”
Raymond snorted. “I don’t give a damn about the reason. Anyone who trashes my club has to pay the price!”
Dylan laughed coldly. “Raymond, when did you become so full of yourself? Do your parents know about this?”
Raymond sneered. “Dylan, in the past, I would have shown you some respect and kept my mouth shut. But I’m sorry to say, today I’m going to take you all down.”
“Either this little punk gets on his knees right now to apologize, or he can prepare to die!” Raymond declared.
He was truly baffled. Did Stephen not inform Kingsley about Winston? Despite knowing that Winston was backing him up, the bastard still dared to stand there talking back-it was suicide.
Kingsley finally spoke up. “I did come here today for a toast and an apology.’
Raymond sneered. “Stop dragging this out. If you already know what to do, just get on with it! Kneel down, hurry up!”
Kingsley smiled coldly. “Not so fast. The apology and toast mentioned aren’t from me. It’s you, Raymond, who should kneel and apologize to me!”
Kingsley’s words sent Raymond into a rage. Winston, too, was so angry he could only laugh.
As for everyone else present, they all looked at Kingsley with disbelief in their eyes. They wondered if Kingsley was out of his damn mind and if the pressure had finally gotten to him.
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Aspen sneered. “Kingsley, do you really think Mr. Chapman has no one backing him? Mr. Wright is the real power behind tonight’s Reckoning Toast. If you’re still acting so clueless, you’re as good as dead!”
Winston let out a light chuckle. “Ms. Aspen, you’re exaggerating. I’m just here for the show. Raymond can handle this. That little nobody isn’t worth my time.”
He did not even spare Kingsley a proper look, acting every bit like the elite spoiled rich kid he was. A few young women in the crowd practically swooned, their eyes gleaming with admiration.
Men like Winston, born into wealth and power, had a way of dazzling naive girls. After all, in this world, money was the ultimate advantage.
Hannah remained silent, watching Kingsley closely. She wanted to see how he would handle the pressure from both Raymond and Winston.
After all, Winston arriving in Jayrodale was a big deal-he was the real power player in the room. In her opinion, Kingsley would not dare go up against him if he had any sense.
Raymond, growing impatient, suddenly raised his hand and swung at Kingsley. “You little shit, I told you t neel and pour the damn drink! If you keep dragging your feet, I’ll slap you twice first-then we’ll see how fast you drop!”
Before Raymond’s hand even got close, Kingsley’s slap landed first. The sheer force sent Raymond-a man weighing over 300 pounds-flying across the room.
Kingsley scoffed. “You idiot. Are you really that ignorant that you can’t tell who should be begging for mercy tonight?”
His voice was ice-cold as he took two steps forward, stopping right over Raymond’s sprawled-out body. Then, without hesitation, he lifted his foot and stomped it straight onto Raymond’s face.
A bloodcurdling scream tore through the hall as Raymond’s entire face caved in-his mouth, nose, and even his teeth crushed under Kingsley’s boot.
“You little bastard! How dare you dare lay a hand on me?! You’re dead! Your whole family is dead!” Raymond howled in fury.
His mind was boiling with rage. At this point, Kingsley should have been groveling, not fighting back. This was not just an insult to him-it was an insult to Winston.
The crowd erupted in chaos, and everyone stared at Kingsley in disbelief.
Someone exclaimed, “Am I seeing this right? He actually fought back right in front of Mr. Wright?! Does he have a death wish?!”
“This guy is insane! Not only is he dead, but his whole family, everything he owns-it’s all going to be wiped out by Mr. Wright!”
“Raymond’s teeth are on the floor… Goodness… He must’ve already accepted his fate-now he’s just going all out before he dies!”
Aspen smirked darkly, her eyes glinting with cruel satisfaction. This was exactly what she wanted. She knew Kingsley would not just surrender and that he would strike back.
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The more he resisted, the angrier Winston became; the angrier Winston became, the worse Kingsley’s fate would be.
Finley gulped down the rest of his drink, grinning ear to ear Last time, the hunchbacked old man Aspen brought failed to take Kingsley down-it had been a huge disappointment.
However, with the ruthless Winston around, Finley believed Kingsley was screwed. No way was he getting out of this alive.
Meanwhile, Hannah’s heart was pounding as she thought ‘Kingsley, you actually fought back. Do you seriously think you can take on the Wright family?’
Shock, doubt, and disbelief swirled inside her. She thought Kingsley was really reckless,
Just then, Kingsley suddenly lifted his foot and kicked Raymond straight in the stomach.
Raymond’s entire body spasmed, nearly passing out from the pain. His mouth opened wide, gasping for air, while his face and neck twitched uncontrollably.
“You fucking… How dare you…”
Kingsley stood over him, looking down with cold indifference. “Shut up.”
With another vicious kick, Raymond’s massive body was sent flying across the room, rolling like a ragdoll before slamming into the far end of the hall. With a loud thud, he crashed into the wall and collapsed to the floor, completely unconscious.
The entire room fell into dead silence. One by one, the spectators stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock, unable to process Kingsley’s sheer audacity and brute force.
Finley’s face twitched in disbelief. “Does Kingsley seriously not care about pissing Winston off?”
Hannah’s lips parted slightly. She had known that Kingsley had changed, but she never imagined he had grown this fearless.
Yet, before anyone could recover from the shock, Kingsley did something even more outrageous. He flicked his wrist casually and ordered, “Drag that fat pig over here. He still hasn’t kneeled to apologize, and now he wants to take a nap? Not happening.”
Dylan grinned darkly and strode over, grabbing Raymond by the leg before yanking him across the floor like a piece of trash.
Natasha, holding a glass of liquor, suddenly splashed the contents straight onto Raymond’s face.
With a sharp gasp, Raymond jolted awake, choking on the burn of the alcohol. “Kingsley, I swear to God- I’m going to kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!”
Kingsley grabbed him by the collar and brutally slapped him. The slaps kept coming, one after another until blood streamed down Raymond’s swollen face.
“Say it again,” Kingsley demanded coldly.
Raymond spat, “You motherfu-A few more slaps, and this time, Kingsley’s strikes completely shattered Raymond’s nose. His entire face swelled, and he was barely recognizable.
“Try again,” Kingsley said flatly.
Raymond’s lips trembled as he stuttered, “I… I…”
The absolute ruthlessness in Kingsley’s eyes had drained the last bit of defiance from him. The arrogance he once had was gone, replaced by raw fear.
He could not fight back. So, there was only one option left-beg for help.
Desperately, he turned toward Winston and screamed, “Mr. Wright, save me! Please, save me!”
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