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!”

to a desk drawer, but just as he was about to open it, Hades appeared by

so secure that there was no way he could

went up to the drawer

it. Bring it back

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

corridor to clean up Abegg’s blood

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

2 reconnected the surveillance, returning

hour

head back first. Keep Boris alive. I’ll

thing. Find out

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

vaguely remember was that his house was massive, and it was sectioned into five big

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

“Yes, Ares!”

Kingsley hailed a cab back to

A whole day of ‘adventure’

the air the following

“F*cking sh*t!”

were staring right at him from less than

shot right up, shrieking,

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

and brought it to his chest. “Are you going to give me the ride of a

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