The Established Siblings of the Pack

When the nosy staff realized the picture shown wasn’t Kingsley’s face, they all heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that they would be in trouble if they were messing with someone from the military. While the words printed on the card had become blurred and illegible with time, someone from the crowd dismissed it as nothing of a big deal in an unconcerned manner. “Ah, come on! Whoever this ID card belongs to is clearly just a sergeant, as written here. That just seems like a normal soldier to me.”

“Haha. Yeah, so what’s there to be scared of? It’s not like this ID card’s owner is a lieutenant.”

“Hey kid, did your friend leave this behind in your car? Jim Holland? What a lame name!”

Jim Holland? Kingsley had no idea that Jim’s military ID card had been in the backseat of his car all this time until he heard Harry reading out his name shortly. Wait a minute! Jim is the Chief of Army in Westwood District, isn’t he? At the thought of that, he smiled ambiguously and asked, “Why don’t you take a look at the issue date?”

“The issue date?” Harry subconsciously looked down. “February 2, 1987.” It was when he saw the date that he realized the ID card was issued back in the 80s. Thus, he couldn’t help but wonder about Jim’s current rank in the military.

Seeing Harry’s confused state, Kingsley reached for his phone and dialed Jim’s number to give the former an answer. “Hello, Jim. Someone here found your military ID card.” He then walked up to Harry and put the phone close to his ear. “Why don’t you tell him yourself?”

At that moment, Harry was shaking like a leaf, overwhelmed by his fear and horror. He then subconsciously said, “I-I found a military ID card here that was issued in 1987, and it belongs to someone called J-Jim Holland.”

I can’t be more surprised to hear that it has been found. I’ll tell you what. Just deliver the ID card to The Staff of Westwood

next to his ear. The

the other hand, the others, who didn’t hear what Jim said on the phone, were bewildered when they witnessed Harry’s

happened, Mr. Pumice? Who is on the

too stunned to answer their questions as Kingsley bent over and took back his phone from Harry. Then, he spoke to Jim and said, “Alright, it’s all done. Ciaos.” After that, he hung up the call and looked at Harry. “So, I guess Jim owes you his thanks, doesn’t he, Mr. Pumice?” Kingsley smiled and

just hung up the phone so casually when talking with the Chief of Army, Harry couldn’t stop his legs from shaking as he wetted himself in the process. As his trousers appeared to be soaked with his own pool of urine, he stared at Kingsley in a terrified manner, feeling as if his blood had frozen. Who is this man before me? He is surely a military big shot who just wants

Pumice?” Nicole was surprised when she saw Harry wetting himself. “Are you unwell? If you are, you should probably go back home and have some rest. I promise I’ll send you the video once I record this ugly thing kneeling while giving me

words, Harry sprang up from the ground and gave her a hard slap in the face. Then, he shouted in a furious manner, “Shut your mouth up! If I hear one more word coming out of your mouth, I’m going

didn’t expect that Harry, who was gentle to her

from the corner of Nicole’s lips as she felt dizzy. In the meantime, the other employees were confused by what they saw, wondering what was wrong with Harry and why he would hit someone on his side. While the bystanders continued to watch in surprise, Harry pathetically crawled toward Kingsley’s feet and begged for forgiveness. “I’m so sorry, Sir. It’s all my fault. Please