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

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

secure that there was no way he could

up to the drawer

it. Bring it

top of his lungs. “I am an ambassador of the academic exchanges between Sweoya and Qustia! You cannot treat me

into the corridor to clean up Abegg’s

gates with a fainted Boris and a dead Abegg, where Group 3 immediately took

Group 2 reconnected the surveillance, returning everything to

that, this half an hour would forever become an unsolvable

head back first. Keep Boris alive. I’ll question him

“Oh, one more thing. Find

to nothing, the land still belonged to the Nicholson Family, and he must reconstruct the manor there

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 of

 

completely different from how it was a couple of decades ago. Not even Grandpa Joe could tell where exactly

“Yes, Ares!”

Kingsley hailed a cab back to Neveah’s

it was already past three. A whole day of ‘adventure’ got him pooped, and he fell right asleep as soon as he hit the

had risen high up in the air the following morning, Kingsley stretched and opened his bleary

“F*cking sh*t!”

of gorgeous eyes were staring right at him from less than

right up, shrieking,

sure has gotten more and more good-looking. I’m beginning to doubt if

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