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!”

Boris turned to a desk drawer, but just as he was

knot was so secure that there was no way

the drawer and pulled out a pistol.

it. Bring it back

top of his lungs. “I am an ambassador of the academic exchanges between Sweoya and Qustia! You cannot treat

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

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 their

reconnected the surveillance, returning everything

like that, this half an hour

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

thing. Find out the address

the Nicholson Family, and he must reconstruct the manor there

was that his house was massive, and it was sectioned into five big areas. As

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

“Yes, Ares!”

cab back to Neveah’s parking lot, heading back to

past three. A whole day of ‘adventure’ got him pooped, and he fell right asleep as soon as he

the sun had risen high up in the air the following

“F*cking sh*t!”

pair of gorgeous eyes were staring right at him from less

right up, shrieking, “Serena, what the

gotten more and

and brought it to his chest. “Are you going

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