Chapter 12 I’m Your Father!

“Watch out! Hide!” With that, the group hurriedly hid in the dark corners.

Kingsley pulled a silent pistol out from his waist, slowly pointing it at a shadowy area not far from them.

To that, Hades whispered, “Someone’s in the shadows.”

Both sides stood off silently, none daring to come out into the light first.

Thus, Kingsley closed his eyes and focused on listening to his surroundings…

There were six different breathings on the second floor: his, Hades’, two Group 4 soldiers’, Boris’, and the hidden figure across from them.

With closed eyes, Kingsley tilted his head slightly as he listened to the somewhat erratic breathing coming from across them.

The next second, he pulled the trigger, and Bam! The figure fell to the ground, having no chance to even fight back.

“Who goes there!?” Boris spoke in Sweoyan upon hearing noises outside. “Is it you, Abegg?”

However, what responded to him was a kick on the door. “Speak Qustian!” Kingsley ordered.

Appalled by the four strangers barging in, Boris shot up from his chair and spoke in a broken Qustian. “Who are you people? How dare you trespass?!”

Kingsley smirked in response. “I’m your father!”

he turned to his men. “Tie him

as he was about to open it, Hades appeared by his side and tied his

knot was so secure that there was no

two soldiers went up to the drawer and

Bring

an ambassador of the academic exchanges between Sweoya and Qustia! You

the corridor to clean up Abegg’s

the group headed out of the neighborhood gates with a fainted Boris and a dead Abegg, where Group 3 immediately took over, loading the two Sweoyans

the surveillance,

that, this half an hour would forever become an unsolvable

Keep Boris alive. I’ll question him myself some other

“Oh, one more thing. Find out the address of the Nicholson

house was burned to nothing, the land still belonged to the Nicholson Family, and he must reconstruct the manor there to console his late

he was only five when his parents were murdered. So all he could vaguely remember was that his house was massive, and it was sectioned into five big areas. As for the address, he had lost it in his sea

 

was a couple of decades ago. Not even Grandpa Joe could tell where exactly the Nicholson Manor might be. Thus, he could only ask his

“Yes, Ares!”

others back to Coliree Group, while Kingsley hailed a cab back to

time he got home, it was already past three. A whole day of ‘adventure’ got him pooped, and

high up in the air the following morning, Kingsley stretched

“F*cking sh*t!”

were staring right at him

shot right up, shrieking, “Serena,

“Our little Kingsley sure has gotten more and more good-looking. I’m beginning to doubt if I should kill

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