I Am the Ruler of All (Kingsley) novel Chapter 291

"Well-things have changed." Scarlett sneered. "This is the price you pay for acting tough!"

Likewise, Kingsley also sneered. "No problem." After that, he pointed at the backpack on the wooden chair beside him with his chin and said calmly, "There! The money is in that bag. Go and get it."

In an instant, her eyes brightened. Crooking her finger, she ordered, "Zwander! Go and get the money!"

As soon as she gave her order, Zwander swiftly walked up to the chair. He grabbed the backpack strap and opened the zipper.

At the next moment, he carried the backpack upside down and shook it, letting everything drop out of the bag. "Red, I don't think there's a wallet or anything valuable in here."

With that, he squatted down. After throwing a few short sleeves shirts aside, he scolded, "Just a few f*cking clothes, a power bank, and a phone-" Zwander gradually paused as he flipped through the items that dropped out of the bag.

"Search carefully again! Check if there's a wallet in the interlayer!"

After she finished speaking, Scarlett looked at Kingsley with a sullen face. "Kid, you're dead if you dare to play tricks with us!"

Zwander picked up the backpack upon hearing Scarlett's words and unzipped the zipper of the interlayer. Instantly, he shouted with great joy, "Red, you guessed it right!

There's a small bag inside!"

Taking out a small black leather bag from the interlayer of the backpack, he said excitedly, "Damn! It's pretty heavy!"

"Open up and check what's inside! Is it some kind of jewelry or gemstones?"

As soon as these words escaped Scarlett's lips, everyone's gazes were fixated on the black leather bag in Zwander's hands.

There was a hidden rule behind their gangster inn's operation here. They wouldn't be in operation for three years. However, they would try to fish the three years' worth of profit once they opened for business.

Without a doubt, it was impossible to support such a large group of people with the room rate alone.

Hence, they could only make some money through coming up with ideas like badger games and extortions.

Fortunately, those who would check into their inn were quite wealthy.

Normally, Scarlett and the others would demand for tens of thousands in order not to make themselves look bad. In almost all cases, many would rather pay up than choose death.

Once they had paid, the most they would do was secretly lament their bad luck.

Rolling her eyes, Scarlett took a step forward and snatched the bag. Sounding impatient, she said, "I ought to see what it is that scares you so much until you're in a state like you'd seen a ghost—"

As she spoke, she looked down at the contents of the bag.

Immediately afterward, her voice gradually decreased.

"T-This is-"

Scarlett found herself couldn't finish her sentence as she stared blankly at the jet-black handgun in the bag. In an instant, her face turned as pale as a white sheet.

In contrast with the shocking look on their faces, Kingsley replied calmly, "This is a Glock G29.1 guess you should be able to sell it for more than 100,000 on the black market."

"G-Glock?" Several brawny men looked at each other. "Handgun-is this a real handgun?"

In a fit of panic, Scarlett's entire person trembled even more. Shivering in fear, she handed the gun to Zwander.

"Check if t-this is a real gun."