I Am the Ruler of All (Kingsley) novel Chapter 32

In the office, Charlie could be seen chatting with a middle-aged man, and both of them were astounded by the sudden interruption.

After being stunned for a moment, Charlie banged on the desk and shouted, "Who are you, and how dare you act like this in the Humming Group?!"

Although he appeared tough, he was shaken on the inside because the office's glass door was made out of customized, super standard bulletproof glass! Even if one pointed a gun and shot at the door from a close distance, the bullet could only leave a few scratches on it, so he didn't expect a man could shatter the glass with just one kick!

If it wasn't for the fact that the client sitting on the couch beside him was someone extraordinary, he would've called the police in shock.

Kingsley stepped inside, walked right up to Charlie's desk, and said in a cold tone, "Were you the one who ordered your

people to lay a hand on Reene?"

"You're from Neveah Department Store, eh?!" Charlie frowned in fury and said, "Reene Wynn, that ungrateful b*tch! How dare she send people here to start a riot?!"

"I dare you to say that again!" Kingsley charged toward him with murderous intent. The audacity to insult Reene! I think he really wants to die badly!

"Who cares if I say it again? That b*tch refused to sleep with me when she was the one who wanted me to invest in her company. There's no such thing as free lunch in this world, you know!" He pursed his lips and continued, "Although she's quite alluring, her face isn't pretty enough for me to invest in her business!"

Thump! Kingsley hit the wooden desk in front of Charlie, his fists clenched. Unexpectedly, the whole wooden table broke apart!

"You—" Startled, Charlie took a few steps backward. Is he really human?!

"I don't care who you are, boy, but since you're behaving atrociously in my territory,

I'll let you know what death looks like!" With his shock turning into anger, he pointed at the client on the couch beside him and yelled at Kingsley, "Open your Peking eyes and look closely! The person here is Jarett Cole's advisor, Kenny Shane. How dare you be arrogant in front of him?!"

Kenny crossed his legs and glared at Kingsley coldly. "Young boy, I think you've heard about Boss Jarett. I'm his number one combat advisor, and let me give you a piece of advice—don't bring about your own destruction."

When he heard that, Kingsley put on a cold smirk and said, "Jarett? Even if he's here, he wouldn't dare to be presumptuous in front of me."

Jarett was the boss of the largest gang in the underworld of Solaris Province—the Cole Gang. In fact, he could even be considered the underworld king of this territory.

As he squinted his eyes, Charlie continued, "She seemed rather alluring when she begged me to invest in her company the other day, but she's too aloof. She'd rather refuse my investment than accept my request, but the tables have turned now. Since her brother has arrived on his own feet to be a hostage, we can just detain him and threaten her to come and get him. By then, she wouldn't be able to say no!" As he spoke, he put on a devilish smile along with Kenny.

Meanwhile, Kingsley took a deep puff of his cigarette, trying hard to suppress his intention to kill them. "Are you saying that you'll take me as a hostage?" His tone seemed nonchalant, but it sounded so cold that it felt bloodcurdling.

When he heard that, Charlie waved his hand arrogantly and said, "Don't think we can't do anything to you even when you have great strength!" As soon as he said that, he turned to Kenny and requested, "Advisor Shane, let's call all the brothers up!"

Kenny had brought along more than ten of his subordinates on his trip here to discuss the collaboration with Charlie, and all of them were in the VIP waiting room downstairs as Kenny and Charlie were talking.

"Okay!" With a ruthless expression, Kenny took out his phone, ready to call his subordinates. However, just as he pressed the dial button, a wooden tag fell on the couch next to him with a plop. Kingsley had thrown the tag over.

"What the f*ck is—" He didn't finish cursing, for what was written on the wooden tag stunned him completely—it was the Northern Draken Tag!

He swallowed hard; seeing the term here was like a bolt out of the blue. He could even feel his ears ringing from the shock!

"T-This is—" With his face full of fear, he held the Northern Draken Tag with his trembling hands, as though he was holding onto a bomb that was going to explode at any moment.