I Am the Ruler of All (Kingsley) novel Chapter 233

These men really wanted Kingsley to mentor them. They knew Kingsley had mastered the long-lost Gorgion's technique. The technique could save someone who was an inch away from death and even change their fate. They might not be smart enough to master that, but if Kingsley was willing to be their mentor, he might just save them when they needed it most. Most of these juggernauts were at least sixty years old. They would love to live longer if they could. Mr. Ledger's legs were failing him, but if Kingsley would help him out, he might just regain most of his mobility. Everyone else had the same idea too. They would do anything just for Kingsley to grant them their request.

Kingsley looked at the men and massaged his forehead. "Why am I not surprised?" he muttered under his breath.

Tristan and Seth were stupefied, and so was everyone else. This was beyond their comprehension. Why did they kneel all of a sudden? And it's all of them too! These guys are supposed to be the pillars of Cleapolis' ancient healing industry. What are they doing?

"Mr. Duncan, Mr. Ragland…" Tristan's voice was trembling. "W-Why are you doing this?"

Scott shot him a dangerous glare and roared, "Keep your mouth shut, Professor Zinkleigh! One more insult and we'll make you pay!"

"That's right!" Blake was the angriest of them all. "You wanna insult Dr. Nicholson? Over my dead body!"

Tristan was at a loss for words. "I-I didn't insult him. H-He threw the first punch."

The whole industry supports him? The crowd erupted into a discussion. Wait, so that means Kingsley owns half of Cleapolis' medical industry now? The Western medical world was divided into a lot of branches, so they could never be as united as the ancient healing branch of the medical field. If the ancient healing industry came together as one and served a single leader, Kingsley would be the top doctor in Cleapolis. Everyone was now seeing Kingsley in a different light.

Kingsley did not answer Blake. Instead, he looked at the crowd coldly. "Hm, someone said the professor's students are the cream of the crop, if I recall. And what else did they say? Oh, yes, that he's the best teacher in Cleapolis?"

Everyone lowered their heads when Kingsley looked at them, and they kept quiet. The guy who said that out loud earlier cursed himself for his ignorance. All the juggernauts here want to be his students. Tristan is nothing compared to him. Yeah, his students are the cream of the crop, but these guys here are built different from the crop!