The Established Siblings of the Pack

Chapter 70

Kingsley’s icy voice reached Stephen’s ears, causing goosebumps all over his body. Cold sweat broke out from Stephen’s forehead as he slowly raised his hands and said in horror, “I won’t move… I won’t move…”

Those men of his who had just rushed to Leroy’s side all stopped before they could start. They were just a bunch of street thugs, so when they saw real guns, they were scared stiff.

“M-Mister, you said earlier that you are also one of us. We’re all family, right? This will just harm both sides.” Stephen raised his arms and didn’t dare to move at all, for fear that he would lose his life if he accidentally made a move.

“Who the hell is your family?” Kingsley’s voice was cold. “You’re not worth it!”

Hearing this, Stephen was so frightened that his eyes lost focus. “Could it be… Are you from the police station?”

In his heart, there could only be two kinds of people who had guns in their hands—bigwigs in life or the police.

“O-Officer, Young Master Lawson and the captain of the police station are good buddies. Y-You must not shoot… Let’s discuss this in a good way…”

Stephen was about to collapse from fright as his voice trembled like a sheep’s.

Kingsley pointed at his head with the gun. “Weren’t you a big guy just now? Come on! Finish what you started!”

“No, no, no… I won’t dare to do so…” Stephen’s face was utterly bloodless by now.

“O-Officer, you call the shots here!”

At this time, a young man with yellow hair next to him said, “Mr. Cooley, I go to the police station almost once or twice every week. I’m familiar with the people there, but I’ve never seen this person before.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen this person before too,” someone echoed.

“And there is absolutely no such bigwig in Solaris.”

The yellow hair frowned and added, “Is this gun fake?”

It dawned on everyone when he said this, and Stephen’s expression stiffened.

Guns are not something that anyone can own casually. I can’t possibly be so unlucky that I actually met a man who is neither a policeman nor a big shot but has a real gun in his hand, right? This probability is even lower than winning the lottery.

a toy gun, believe it or not, I will really kill

raised the corner of his

of

to him was eager to make a name for himself,

suddenly rushed

the muzzle moved slightly, and a bang was

Bang!

gunshot rang in the air, an appalling red dot appeared between the yellow-haired man’s eyebrows in the next

the man’s

his hands on the table, he would have collapsed to

almost got myself killed

again and said lightly, “Do

don’t want to…” Stephen’s legs trembled

this rule about the tripled price on the contract price was truly set by Young Master Peter. It’s honestly none of my business. I’m just a part-time

was icy. “Looks like he

Kingsley meant,

Master Lawson, I’m Stephen. There is something wrong with the

refuses to change the contract price? Just

did… But

there. I happen to be nearby, so I’ll be

that, he hung up the

raised his phone. “Hey, he will be here soon. Just

and pointed at the yellow-haired corpse on the ground. “Take him away.

subordinates next to him, yelling, “Go,

lightning speed,

was a sudden screeching

Summers Residence, and then

other than Peter. Behind him, there was also a man with a ferocious

Kray, who met Kingsley on the bus the first day he came

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