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.

he

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

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

“You…”

actually threw his own words back

than being punched

“Three… Two…”

time to think, counting down like he

hurriedly yielded, suffocating from

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

exerted a bit of force on

Crack!

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

as

“Ah! My arm!”

let go, Mickey hugged his arm and rolled on the ground

a bleak position that he looked like a mutt that had mistakenly eaten rat

I’ll go with the

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

he remained stubborn, this man might

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

that they were now in an unfavorable position, the shapely woman hurriedly kneeled while shuddering, not even daring to

out the window to enjoy the

you believe it… Mickey Kray is

thought the

Kingsley couldn’t care less about the tyrannical couple, the other passengers began whispering, still reeling at what had just

was so livid that he was going

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