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 about to open it, Hades appeared by

there was no way he could break

to the drawer and

Bring

an ambassador of the academic exchanges between

the corridor to clean up Abegg’s blood at

headed out of the neighborhood gates with a fainted Boris and a

the surveillance,

half an hour would forever become

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

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

land still belonged to the Nicholson Family, and he must reconstruct the manor there

he could vaguely remember was that his house was massive, and it was sectioned into five big areas. As for the address,

a couple of decades ago. Not even Grandpa Joe could tell where exactly the Nicholson Manor might be. Thus, he could only ask his men

“Yes, Ares!”

to Coliree Group, while Kingsley hailed a cab back to Neveah’s parking

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

air the following morning, Kingsley stretched and

“F*cking sh*t!”

eyes were staring right at him from less

up, shrieking,

sure has gotten more

Kingsley slowly reached for the cushion aside and brought it to his chest. “Are you going to give me the ride of a lifetime before killing

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