The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power novel Chapter 668

The organization didn't depend on the boxing gym for profit, so the underlings of the Black Boxer Gang, who was in charge of reception, behaved coldly and arrogantly.

Kingsley placed a hand on the desk. "I didn't come here to learn boxing; I'm here for someone."

"Someone? Who?" One of the underlings raised his eyebrows. "No classes are going on right now, so there's no one to look for."

The two were always stationed at the boxing gym, and they were in charge of handling students who came here to learn and practice boxing.

They were underlings of the lowest level in the Black Boxer Gang.

Hence, they didn't have the right to head out for work with Baron.

So, of course, they hadn't met Kingsley before.

When the two saw Kingsley's slender body, which was almost void of muscles, they regarded him in disdain.

They were even prepared to grab Kingsley and throw him out.

Kingsley wasn't the least bit mad by their attitude. "I'm looking for Baron. If he's not around, you can refer me to Wendell too."

When the person heard that, he widened his eyes. "You're looking for Boss and Mr. Martin? Hang on, let me—"

Before he could finish speaking, the guy next to him known as Hayden scoffed and said, "Paul, he looks like a student, so how can he possibly know our boss and Mr. Martin? How can you believe him just like that?"

With that, he studied Kingsley from head to toe and said arrogantly, "Kid, do you know who Mr. Howe and Mr. Martin are? How dare you call their names without respect?"

He had just finished speaking when Wendell drew back the curtain that separated the space from the next room and walked out.

Wendell jogged up to Hayden.

Slap!

After he delivered a slap to the back of Hayden's head, he reprimanded harshly, "Damn you! Whom did you say I was?!"

"M-Mr. Martin?" Hayden was bewildered by the sudden blow to his head. "Weren't you sleeping in the next room—"

"F*ck, I'm so glad I'm a light sleeper!" Wendell whacked Hayden again. "If not, you'll be the death of me!"

Then, he walked up to Kingsley and said respectfully, "Boss Nicholson, this way, please. Mr. Howe is waiting in the illegal boxing arena downstairs."

Kingsley followed him to the staircase, asking, "Did two people come here today and state my name at the front desk?"

"Yes..." Wendell was slightly stunned as he scratched his head and said, "Boss Nicholson, could it be that those two… were actually your men?"

Kingsley understood what Wendell meant as he said with his eyelids twitching, "What's the matter? Don't tell me you chased them out."

The two spies from the Empire of the Setting Sun should be on high alert now.

If they weren't here and had gone into hiding, they would definitely run off and hide in an even more obscure location.

If he wanted to contact them again, he might have to go by the excuse of purchasing explosives again.

Kingsley didn't want to deal with extra trouble like that!

When Wendell saw that Kingsley was frowning, he gulped and mumbled carefully, "We didn't chase them out, but…"