I Am the Ruler of All (Kingsley) novel Chapter 530

In the underworld of Solaris Province, all the scattered forces were ultimately under the command of Jarett and the Seven Legends, if traced back.

The remaining unaffiliated small-time crooks were of no significance.

After Kingsley had asked such a question that showed his understanding of the underworld systems, the man on the line clearly panicked for a moment. "Y-You just wait!"

Immediately, the man shouted loudly, "Axel! Axel! We've got a situation here!"

A short while later, a rough voice answered the phone.

"This is Axel Collier. I work for Master Quintana. Who are you? Which gang are you from?"

"Master Quintana? You're Zion Quintana's man?" A hint of coldness flashed in Kingsley's gaze.

"Son of a b*tch! Who are you to call Master Quintana by his full name?!

"Anyway, who the hell are you? I dare you to reveal your identity!" yelled Axel angrily.

Kingsley snickered. "My surname is Nicholson, and you'd better remember it."

After that, he hung up the phone.

He also blocked that phone number.

Seeing this, the old lady asked in a shaky voice, "What's going on? I didn't understand anything you just said on the phone. Can I still receive my prize money?"

Kingsley helped her up from the ground, answering, "That man on the phone said there's no need for the transfer fee anymore."

"Really? That's wonderful!"

The old lady held Kingsley's hand and continued, "Young man, you're very kind! I'm sorry for the trouble earlier... I didn't mean to delay your deposit. I was just so desperate...

"You see, my husband passed away long ago, and we don't have any children. I just want to get the prize money to make my remaining days a bit more comfortable..."

As she spoke, tears welled up in her clouded eyes.

At the same time, hearing her words, the people around couldn't help but feel sympathy.

Even those who had criticized her earlier sighed and stopped pressuring the poor old lady.

Trevon took the old and worn-out passbook, then turned to Kingsley to ask, "70 thousand, correct? Should I make the transfer now?"

Kingsley nodded.

With a complex expression, Trevon pursed his lips. While processing the transaction on the computer, he silently contemplated in his mind.

Is Mr. Nicholson being kind or foolish?

I've met many rich folks, but this is my first time seeing someone give 70 thousand to a random stranger!

A short while later, Trevon returned the passbook to the old lady.

"Ma'am, take a look at the balance. It's over 77 thousand now. Please keep your passbook safe. Or perhaps… would you like to get a bank card?"

The old lady looked at her passbook, trembling with excitement.

"No, I only know how to use the passbook, not a bank card. Thank you though. Thank you all."