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

to Cleapolis, aren’t you? I wouldn’t go this far if I were you. Who knows, we might meet again!” Mickey

you won’t bump into me in Cleapolis,” Kingsley smirked and said plainly. “I’m going to count to three. If you don’t make your choice

“You…”

couldn’t believe this guy actually threw his own

even more humiliating than being punched

“Three… Two…”

time to think, counting down like he was chanting

Mickey hurriedly yielded, suffocating from Kingsley’s

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

exerted a bit of force on his fingers, and Mickey’s arm

Crack!

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

as though Satan

“Ah! My arm!”

his arm and rolled on

in such a bleak position that he looked like a mutt that had mistakenly eaten rat poison,

the second option.

young man was no pushover

remained stubborn, this man might actually chuck him out of

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

the shapely woman hurriedly kneeled while

and looked back out the window to enjoy the view

you believe it… Mickey Kray

vanquisher. Who’d have thought the lawless Mickey Kray

the other passengers began whispering, still reeling

hand, was so livid that he was going to crush

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