I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 276

Felix pointed at Lancer and stuttered in horror, "W-We've booked this warehouse. You better leave right now!"

"Mr. Smith!" Lancer grinned. "Aren't you a little too forgetful for someone as outstanding as yourself? Weren't you talking to me on the phone just a while ago?"

"You—" Felix's eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets as he exclaimed in a shocked tone, "A-Are you Mr. Houston? The one from the black market?!"

Tyler was also surprised when he heard his words. "How did you know that we are here? Didn't we tell you to head over to Warehouse 26?" All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Lancer shrugged at that. "Both you and the goods are here, though. Why should I go to Warehouse 26?"

Hearing that, Tyler and Felix turned to look at each other, both not knowing what to say.

"I understand your concerns about the possibility of me being with the police, and that I might do you dirty. That must be why you are being on high alert."

Tyler and his men all paled when Lancer said what they were all thinking.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Felix let out a small cough and admitted, "Um… It is great that you understand, Mr. Houston." As he spoke, he glanced at the Jeep behind Lancer. "Did you come alone?"

He had just spoken when Kingsley, with his hands behind his back, got out of the car and stood in front

of the crowd.

"You… It is you!"

Tyler's eyes immediately widened when he saw Kingsley. He recalled what had happened when he and Nancy attended the reunion party.

"Young Master, do you know this man?"

"Of course I do!" Tyler growled. "He is called Nicho… Bah! Whatever! He is rubbish that lives off of women! He kept sticking to the young lady of the Tanner Family. He embarrassed me in front of Nancy's classmates!"

"The young lady of the Tanner Family?" The look in Felix's eyes changed before he turned to look at Kingsley with a frown on his face. "Mr. Nicholson, it should be easy for the Tanner Family to acquire explosives, no? Why would you take the risk and buy it from the black market?"

He suddenly realized that something was wrong. Why would he offer such a high price to buy something so small if he really was someone close to the young lady of the Tanner Family?

Smilingly, Kingsley denied, "You are having a misunderstanding because you left early that day, Young Master Tyler. The young lady of the Tanner Family and I are not what you think. We are only acquaintances."

"F*ck if I care!" Tyler roared. "Not only did you embarrass me in front of everyone, you also broke my girlfriend's skin with a belt! I haven't had time to settle the score with you but now, you are walking into the lion's den yourself! You don't know who you are messing with!"

Tyler was looking at Kingsley with such resentment that he wished he could kill him to vent his hatred on the spot.

He had found someone to teach Kingsley a lesson after the gathering back then.

However, his half-brother, of whom he shared a father with, had popped out of nowhere, and had thrown him into such a mess that he couldn't even bother with Kingsley.

Now that Kingsley had appeared before him again, it immediately awoke the rage he felt for Kingsley that had fallen into a slumber.

"You punk, I wouldn't want to disappoint you since you came to get yourself killed! I will make sure you don't leave here in one piece!" Tyler's face was grim when he continued to roar, "Remember how you humiliated me and beat up my girlfriend back then? I will make you pay back a hundredfold today!"

Lancer's gaze turned frigid as he looked at Tyler's cruel expression. He then asked Felix, "Mr. Smith, is this the Spearhead Group's way of doing business?"

"Ah..." Felix paused for a second before he whispered to Lancer. "Young Master, this is an order worth three million. We must consider the greater good!"

Hearing this, Tyler stopped in his tracks, but he immediately showed disdain by scoffing. "How could he possibly have three million if he wasn't Miss Tanner's boy toy? He must be here to get on my nerves and pick a fight!"

Felix's scrutinizing eyes scanned Kingsley from head to toe. He couldn't help but hesitate when he

realized how Kingsley did not look like someone who could spend three million to buy explosives. "If we are going to do the transaction, we would first kindly request for you to show us that you are able to pay for the goods."

"Sure, we will show you the money." Kingsley nodded. "We would like to see the goods as well."

"Nothing difficult about that. They are in the bed of the truck by the entrance. We can hand each other what we need at the same time," Felix suggested in a low voice.

"Alright, but—"

Kingsley hadn't even finished his sentence when Tyler spat a blob of phlegm onto Kingsley's shirt.

"But, my *ss! Stop bullsh*tting if you don't have the money!"