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Kenny opened his mouth, but no words came out. His breathing grew heavy as he was fuming with rage He kept telling himself that he had to keep his cool, and it was clear now Kingsley had not picked up this caff to negotiate.
No, Kingsley had answered just to humiliate him, just to make him watch Michael suffer. He silently cursed at Kingsley, vowing to kill him and his entire family.
Forcing down his rage, Kenny’s voice turned cold. “Fine. Name your price. What do you really want?”
Kingsley chuckled. “See, you old bastard. If you had just begged sooner, Michael could’ve avoided all this suffering. Why make things so difficult?”
Kenny snapped, “Cut the crap! What do you want?!”
Kingsley’s tone turned sharp. “What if I said I don’t want anything? That I’m doing this just because I can’t stand your pathetic excuse of a son? That I enjoy making his life a living hell?”
Kenny’s tongue stiffened. For a moment, he was speechless “You f*cking piece of…”
This bastard was not even trying to negotiate, just provoking him for fun.
At that moment, Kenny almost had to admire him. This kid was not just crazy-he was out of his damn mind.
Kingsley let out a cold laugh. “If you want Michael back, it’s easy-you and the Golding family stop targeting
Kingsley said coolly, “I’m not a patient man, and since you clearly can’t give me a straight answer, then goodbye. The next time you see your dear son, trust me, he’ll be a corpse.”
Kenny’s face turned pale as he roared, “Wait! I agree! As long as you let Michael go, I’ll do whatever you want!”
Kingsley chuckled. “Good. Then it’s a deal. Remember your words.”
Kingsley hung up, not wanting to waste another second on useless chatter or give Kenny any chance to speak further.
Over in Blumedale, Kenny stared at the disconnected call, his eyes gradually turning bloodshot, burning with a savage fury. “That naive little bastard… does he really think I’d bow to his threats?
“Ha! Dream on! The moment Michael is rescued, Phantom Eye will tear him to pieces for me! And after that, I’ll dig up his entire family history, find every single one of his bloodline, and burn them to the ground!”
Kenny’s voice dripped with murderous intent as he snarled into the empty room.
Back in West End’s underground cell, Kingsley lifted his foot off Michael’s head.
Michael gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with pure hatred. “Kingsley, your death is coming soon!”
Kingsley looked down at him with amusement. “Don’t worry. You’ll die before I do.”
Michael sneered. “Do you seriously think you can go up against my father and the Golding family?”
Kingsley let out a cold laugh. “You’re mistaken. From the very beginning, I never gave a damn about your father or that so-called Golding family. I’m screwing with you just because I don’t like you.”
Michael nearly choked in rage. His entire body trembled. “Y-You’re a lunatic! A damn lunatic with a death wish!”
Kingsley ignored him and walked out of the cell, locking the door behind him.
Francesca turned to him and asked, “Kingsley, do you really think Kenny will keep his end of the deal? He’s been waiting for years to take the Rhodes family for himself. If you let Michael go and Kenny goes back on his word, that’ll be a huge problem.”
Kingsley smirked, a mocking curve forming on his lips. “Relax. Of course, Kenny will break his promise. th fact, everything he just said was just an act-to stall for time until Phantom Eye arrives ino Jayrodale.”
Francesca blinked in surprise. “Then why did you even bother negotiating with him?”
Kingsley shrugged. “Because I’m walking him like a dog. He thinks he’s stringing me along, but he has no idea-I never planned on letting Michael go in the first place.
“This is a game of deception, Fran. He’s trying to fool me, and I’m fooling him. Let’s see who wins in the end.”
A sudden chill ran down Francesca’s spine. She pouted and muttered, “Kingsley, you’re getting more and more cunning… and honestly, kinda terrifying.”
Kingsley just chuckled, saying nothing. If anything, he wanted to tell Francesca-he was not becoming more cunning, and that he had always been like this.
Back when he was the prodigious heir of the Baldwins, he had clawed his way out of the hellhole that was Chetvine, surviving against all odds. If he had not been ruthless and cunning, he would have died a hundred times over by now.
Kingsley turned to Antonio. “Natasha and Dylan should’ve reached the airport by now, right?”
Antonio straightened up, his respect evident. “Yes, Mr. Baldwin. I just got word that they’ve arrived and are in on. Now, we just wait for the to take the bait.”
Kingsley nodded, then turned to Francesca with a playful smile. “How did you know Shiloh would help me fight my enemies?”
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Francesca laughed along, patting her chest proudly. “Kingsley, I swear, Shiloh is like a walking monster! There was a group of thugs who came to Moonlit Apothecary, got treated, and then refused to pay.
“Shiloh happened to see it, and before I even realized what was happening, she took care of them in seconds! My grandpa told me in secret that Shiloh is an absolute martial arts master, the kind that almost never appears in public. Even you aren’t a match for her!”
Kingsley smirked. “Mr. Aicker thinks that little of me?”
Francesca shook her head. “It’s not about underestimating you-just that Shiloh is really that strong! I saw her fight with my own eyes, and it was insane! So the moment heard you were going up against Kenny, I immediately thought of bringing Shiloh to help you.
“Plus, she’s been in a bad mood lately since her side gigs haven’t been paying well. The moment she heard you needed backup, she immediately agreed on one condition. You had to pay her upfront.”
Francesca chuckled. “Honestly, I think Shiloh is kinda simple and down-to-earth!”
Kingsley nearly laughed at the idea of a martial king being simple and down-to- earth. If it were not for her memory loss, there was no way someone like Shiloh would lift a finger for just ten grand.
She probably would not even look your way if you threw millions at her. Yet now, here she was-beating people up for some quick cash.
For the first time, Kingsley felt a little uneasy. If this masked beauty-who was already over 80 but somehow still looked like a young woman ever regained her memory, would she come back to settle the score?
Meanwhile, at Jayrodale Airport.
“Passengers arriving from Blumedale, your flight has landed. Please proceed to baggage claim…”
The airport broadcast rang out as Phantom Eye strode out of the first-class cabin, flanked by two bodyguards.
One of them asked, “Sir, we’ve arrived at Jayrodale. Should we go after Kingsley right away, or wait for further instructions?”
Phantom Eye’s very presence was intimidating enough to make passing travelers instinctively steer clear of him. He replied flatly, “No need to wait. We’ll kill the brat immediately and check if Kenny’s useless son is still alive. If he is, we take him back. If he’s dead… well, Kenny will have to deal with it.”
Exiting through the VIP gate, they stepped into the bustling arrival plaza. The area was packed with people holding up name signs and waiting for passengers.
Phantom Eye gave a casual glance around-then suddenly froze. His eyes narrowed. “Huh? Someone is expecting me?”
His two bodyguards followed his gaze, and their jaws nearly dropped.
Across the plaza, standing way above the rest, a massive welcome sign was held up high across the plaza. It read in bold, eye-catching letters.
[Welcome to Jayrodale, Phantom Eye! We look forward to teaching you a lesson!]
Both of Phantom Eye’s bodyguards immediately erupted in rage, their voices booming across the terminal.
“How dare they?!”
“They’re digging their own graves!”
Phantom Eye was not just some random martial artist-he was a legend in Blumedale, someone the elite families treated like an honored guest Yet here, in this insignifican’t little city, someone dared to publicly mock him.
It was outright humiliation.
Phantom Eye’s face darkened instantly. With a cold snort, he strode forward.
“Let’s go see who’s got a death wish.”
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Dylan and Natasha stood amidst a sea of travelers at the Jayrodale Airport’s arrival plaza, their crew of over a hundred trained enforcers blending seamlessly into the crowd.
They looked relaxed on the surface, but in reality, their eyes were locked on their incoming target-Phantom Eye.
Dylan turned and glanced toward the far corner.
There, sitting quietly on a bench like a delicate doll, was Shiloh, her face hidden beneath a white veil. She was completely absorbed in scrolling through short videos on her phone.
Dylan could not help but grumble, “Seriously? Mr. Baldwin actually sent this scatterbrained woman to deal with Phantom Eye? What the hell was he thinking?”
Natasha took one look at Shiloh and felt a muscle twitch in her face. “Quit whining. Mr. Baldwin gave the order, so we should just follow it. Besides, we wouldn’t normally even get the chance to face someone like Phantom Eye. This is our shot to see what a Blumedale martial arts legend is really made of.”
Natasha was far more patient than Dylan, but even she had her doubts.
Dylan scoffed. “Come on, Natasha. Do you really think Shiloh-the softest, most harmless-looking little lamb I’ve ever seen-can handle Phantom Eye?”
Natasha shook her head. “No idea. But if she can’t, there’s still the two of us.”
Dylan snorted. “Damn right. Who cares if he’s some big shot from Blumedale? If we have to, we’ll take him down ourselves.”
Just as the words left his mouth, he felt a light tap on his shoulder.
Turning around, he forced a nervous chuckle. “Shiloh… uh, what are you doing over here?”
Shiloh’s pale, unreadable gaze flicked over him. “Next time, remember-I’m not some soft little lamb, and I’m not some airheaded woman, either.”
“I’m stubborn, and I hold grudges. So if you keep saying things I don’t like…” She tilted her head slightly. “I’ll beat the crap out of you.”
Dylan’s face turned beet red. Getting called out-by a woman, no less-was a first for him.
However, before he could say anything, Shiloh walked past him without another word.
Natasha suddenly tensed. Her eyes locked on the terminal doors as she muttered, “Get ready. Phantom Eye is here.Dylan’s body stiffened immediately as he turned to face forward.
Phantom Eye stepped into the plaza, his two bodyguards flanking him. A slow, eerie smirk played on his lips as he eyed the three standing in his path.
“So, you’re the ones who think you can discipline me?”
Dylan and Natasha swallowed hard. Even though Phantom Eye had not lifted a finger, his sheer presence sent a suffocating chill down their spines.
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So, this was the difference of a semi-martial king. Just standing in front of him made their instincts scream danger.
Dylan and Natasha stood amidst a sea of travelers at the Jayrodale Airport’s arrival plaza, their crew of over a hundred trained enforcers blending seamlessly into the crowd.
They looked relaxed on the surface, but in reality, their eyes were locked on their incoming target-Phantom Eye.
Dylan turned and glanced toward the far corner.
There, sitting quietly on a bench like a delicate doll, was Shiloh, her face hidden beneath a white veil. She was completely absorbed in scrolling through short videos on her phone.
Dylan could not help but grumble, “Seriously? Mr. Baldwin actually sent this scatterbrained woman to deal with Phantom Eye? What the hell was he thinking?”
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