The Established Siblings of the Pack

Chapter 12

“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!”

At that, he turned to his men. “Tie him up!”

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

secure that there was no way he could

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

it. Bring

am Andrew Kean’s teacher!” Boris shouted at the top of his lungs. “I am an ambassador of the academic exchanges between Sweoya and Qustia!

the professor out cold, Hades went back out into the corridor to clean up Abegg’s blood at the fastest speed, leaving no

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

the surveillance, returning

half an hour would forever become

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

“Oh, one more thing. Find out the address of the Nicholson

to nothing, the land still belonged to the Nicholson Family, and he

was only five when his parents were murdered. So all he could vaguely remember was that his house was massive, and it was sectioned

Cleapolis now was completely different from how it was a couple of decades ago. Not even Grandpa Joe could tell where exactly the Nicholson Manor might be. Thus, he

“Yes, Ares!”

led the others back to Coliree Group, while Kingsley hailed a cab back to Neveah’s parking lot, heading back to Reene’s mansion

he got home, it was already past three. A whole day of ‘adventure’ got him

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

Kingsley shot right up, shrieking, “Serena, what the

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

and brought it to his chest.

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