As Kingsley thought about this, he abruptly stepped on the gas pedal and drove at full speed ahead.

He needed to go back to Cleapolis as soon as possible to find out who the culprit was, so that he could avenge the innocent people who had lost their lives.

It only took him about 40 minutes to reach Cleapolis.

Upon arrival, he immediately drove to the Nicholson Family Cemetery, where he parked his car in the empty lot in front of the entrance.

Instead of getting out of his car, he only sat in it while quietly taking in the view in front of him.

Even though the fire had been put out, the main hall, ceremonial column, and other new constructions had all been burned to crisp.

Still, there were numerous firetrucks and ambulances parked outside of the entrance.

They were trying to help the workers, who had been crushed under the rubble and had not yet been rescued.

Everyone in the crowd that surrounded the cemetery had a sympathetic expression on their faces as they prayed for another survivor to be found.

There was even a group of plainly dressed people who were wailing at the entrance as they mourned.

Kingsley knew that they were victims’ wives, children, parents and many more.

few of them cried so much

that, the medical personnel brought them to

one could

as the killing intent in his

set off the bomb in the

for the poor victims’ sake, Kingsley promised he was going to

guilty pay in

over and opened the

“Mr. Nicholson…”

with sobs again after

a deep breath, Kingsley

back his sobs. “There are

Leroy, the former already knew what Leroy was going

had been used to construct the Nicholson Family

especially, were made of the highest quality solid wood sent over all the

impossible to save the

Kingsley’s voice dropped low. “Don’t worry. I

points were extremely hidden.

the scale of the building.

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