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!”

turned to his men. “Tie

position, Boris turned to a desk drawer, but just as he was about to open it, Hades appeared by

that there was

one of the two soldiers went up to the drawer and pulled out

Bring

at the top of his lungs. “I am an ambassador of the academic

the corridor to clean up Abegg’s blood at the fastest speed, leaving no traces

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

Group 2 reconnected the surveillance, returning

hour

first. Keep Boris

one more thing. Find out the address of

Nicholson Family, and he must reconstruct the manor there

he could vaguely remember was that his house was massive, and it was sectioned

 

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

“Yes, Ares!”

cab back to Neveah’s parking lot, heading back

A whole day of ‘adventure’ got him pooped, and he fell

the air the following morning, Kingsley stretched and opened

“F*cking sh*t!”

right at him from less than four

right up,

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

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