The Established Siblings of the Pack

Chapter 2

“H-He… He stopped it?!”

Everyone gasped involuntarily as Kingsley managed to hold a firm grip on Mickey’s arm, which was as thick as an average man’s thigh.

Who’d have thought this lean fellow had such impeccable strength?!

Mickey’s eyes, on the other hand, were even shaking in shock, for he discovered his arm wouldn’t budge from Kingsley’s iron grip when he tried to yank it away.

“What’s going on? What the f*ck did you do?!”

Mickey’s face was crimson with humiliation and anger at this point, and in desperation, he threw his left arm toward Kingsley.

However, Kingsley was still as steady as a rock in the face of the sudden attack. He didn’t even flinch!

With that, he used Mickey’s right arm to clamp the flying fist to the back of the front seat. “Feel free to come at me again if you have a third arm.”

Meanwhile, Mickey’s arms were stacked together, stuck as though concreted in cement.

No matter how he moved, he couldn’t break free from Kingsley’s vice-like grip!

Very quickly, beads of sweat began dripping from his forehead.

“Who’d have thought I picked the wrong horse today? Name your game,” he grumbled through gnashed teeth.

“Two options,” Kingsley listed plainly. “One, I’ll chuck you two out of the window like your woman suggested, or two, kneel until we reach the terminus.”

Upon hearing it, Mickey looked behind and glared daggers at the woman, appearing beyond furious.

The coach was currently traveling on the highway. If Kingsley chucked them out, the man would surely be crushed to bits by the next second.

how could he choose option

burn bridges. You’re also heading to Cleapolis, aren’t you? I wouldn’t go this far if I were you. Who knows, we might meet

plainly. “I’m going to count to three. If you don’t make your choice by then,

“You…”

believe this guy actually threw his own words

more humiliating than being punched in

“Three… Two…”

think, counting down like he was

yielded, suffocating from Kingsley’s intimidation. “I’m sorry.

the final number, he remarked indifferently, “I’ve told you. You only have

he exerted a bit of force on

Crack!

sound came from Mickey’s forearm, and instantly, the man roared in pain, drowning the

felt as though Satan himself had yanked his tongue

“Ah! My arm!”

his arm and rolled on the ground in

position that he looked like a mutt that had mistakenly eaten

go with the

got Mickey to realize that this young man was no pushover he could

stubborn, this man might actually chuck him out

away lives to fight another day, he mused and clambered back up while holding back the pain,

position, the shapely woman

and looked back out the

Mickey Kray is

its vanquisher. Who’d have thought the lawless

the other passengers began

on the other hand, was so livid that he was going to crush his gnashed teeth when he

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