The Established Siblings of the Pack

Next to the coffin in the hall, there were two bright red rose wreaths.

The condolence hall, which was initially quiet and solemn, was suddenly filled with ruthless thugs who did not match the atmosphere at all.

An uncanny scene as such was like a nightmare!

Kingsley sneered coldly and replied to Baron with disdain, “Mr. Howe, do you think your trash gun from the black market can fire faster than my pistol? Or do you think you can beat me with these twenty reckless men?”

Upon hearing that, Baron pulled a long face. His face could be said to be even darker than the gloomy sky outside!

Kingsley’s gun was a military pistol of the latest edition!

It was definitely not comparable to the crappy piece of trash in Baron’s hands!

“No matter how lousy my gun is, it’s not something your body can resist once I fire the bullet! Put your gun down and surrender yourself if you want to live!”

“Hahaha…” Kingsley laughed out loud after hearing his threat.

“I can accurately strike your head within 0.01 seconds! Are you sure you’re able to kill me before that?!”

Trying to fight with Ares, the God of War, on the speed and accuracy of shooting, was considered digging one’s own grave!

“You…”

Baron’s hands holding the gun were currently soaked in sweat.

arms trembled slightly as if they were

the guts to shoot!” Kingsley’s voice was indifferent and cold,

ten years, Kingsley had seen many kinds of

some new recruits and reckless men might look fierce and terrifying, but they shiver while holding their guns as they dared not pull the

belonged to the

killed people with his fists, knives,

never fired

the Empire of Qustia, the nature of killing someone

not mess with such a powerful

this antique gun with him was just as a means to

for the ticking sounds of the clock hanging on

Baron was still holding a gun like

the trigger was still in the same position as he dared

you here!” Kingsley’s cold voice broke the dreadful

going to pull the trigger, shall I ask all

see, everyone lowered their heads as no one dared to look into his eyes that were clouded with

you call him Young Master William, is lying in a coffin that cost perhaps six figures, am

pointed to the luxurious and high-end decoration of the condolence hall, saying, “Look at the location of his funeral! House of Mercy is the most high-end funeral hall in

was full of

afford a cheap coffin! They have been lying alone at the foot of the mountain for 17 years! No matter rain or shine, no one went to hold a memorial service for them! How dare you tell

anger, he suddenly raised

Poof!

corpse was kicked