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!”

position, Boris turned to a desk drawer, but just as he was about to open it, Hades appeared

was so secure that there

one of the two soldiers went up to the drawer and pulled out a pistol. “Ares, a pistol,”

it. Bring it back

shouted at the top of his lungs. “I am an ambassador of the academic exchanges between Sweoya

back out into the corridor to clean up Abegg’s blood at the fastest speed, leaving

gates with a fainted Boris and a dead Abegg, where Group

2 reconnected the surveillance,

that, this half an hour would forever become an

first. Keep Boris alive. I’ll question him myself some

a pause, Kingsley added, “Oh, one more thing. Find out the address

nothing, the land still belonged to the Nicholson Family, and he must reconstruct the manor there to console his

all he could vaguely remember was that his house was massive, and it

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 could only ask

“Yes, Ares!”

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

past three. A whole day of ‘adventure’ got him pooped, and

had risen high up in the air

“F*cking sh*t!”

staring right at him

up, shrieking, “Serena, what

foxy eyes. “Our little Kingsley sure has gotten more and more good-looking. I’m beginning

aside and brought it to his chest.

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