I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 280

Tyler's body became stiff as he looked at Kingsley. "You… Why did you call the special forces and riot squad? Who the hell are you?"

Kingsley only gave him a cold look and mocked, "This is the 'mob' that came to bring me money. What are you so afraid of?"

"I…"

At that point, Tyler was near tears.

'Mob'.

This was the word he used to ridicule Kingsley just minutes ago.

Now that Kingsley was using the word to taunt him, he couldn't help feeling like Kingsley had just, with all his strength, slapped him across the face.

What was even more ironic was that Kingsley said that these people were here to give him money.

Tyler looked at the machine guns the special forces were holding and the cannons on the armored vehicles, and his face turned so sour he looked like he was about to suffocate on the spot.

"B-Bro, let's stop with the jokes now... You have all these guys, yet you still buy explosives from me? Aren't you deliberately digging a hole for me to jump into?"

"Deliberately digging a hole?" Kingsley's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he repeated. "Didn't you also dig a hole for Serena? It is your turn now!"

His voice was so cold that it sounded as though it came from an icy mountain.

Tyler couldn't help the tremors passing through his body when he heard that.

"M-Mr. Nicholson, I know that I was wrong for doing that to Serena, but—"

Bang!

A deafening explosion sounded from the southeast direction, cutting Tyler off before he could complete his sentence.

In an instant, the sky in that direction lit up like it was on fire!

"Ah! My ears!"

Startled by the sudden sharp pain in their ears, Tyler and his underlings immediately covered their ears as they squatted down on the ground.

A few of them even started bleeding from their ears, making them permanently deaf.

Tyler forcefully shook his head to shake off the sharp buzzing noise in his ears.

It took him a while before he gasped, pale-faced, "W-What just happened? What was that explosion?"

"Warehouse 26," Kingsley replied with nonchalance. "Didn't you ask us to go to Warehouse 26 to do the trade? My men must have went over and detonated a bomb out of anger when then found no one there."

"W-What..." Tyler's expression changed completely. "We have a few of our men hiding in Warehouse 26! Does this mean that they are..." Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Don't worry," Kingsley let out a humorless smile. " You won't even find a piece of their body with this kind of explosion."

No one said anything upon hearing his words.

Just the thought of their colleagues who they had spent time with being bombed to dust in the blink of an eye made all the bodyguards shake like leaves.

One of them crawled to Kingsley's feet and bawled his eyes out. "Sir, we are only contracted workers at the Spearhead Group! We don't know anything! Please don't kill me!"

Seeing this, the rest of them started pleading for their lives too.

"Yeah! We are just employees. Everything we do is under our leader's instructions!"

"Young Master Tyler and Mr. Smith were the one who committed the crime! We had no choice but to help them…"

Tyler's face instantly turned white when he heard the bodyguards, and he shrieked, "Are you motherf*ckers betraying me?!"

At that, one of the bodyguards begged, "Young Master, you are the son of a rich man. You can still be exonerated even if you were caught by the military. That is not the case for us!"

"He's right," someone else agreed. "You can just spend a little of your money to get a suspended sentence and bail, but we are going to have to go to prison! We could even lose our lives!"

"You!" Tyler was trembling with anger as he roared, "It is your responsibility at the company to deal with the trading of arms. That is why you lot were offered sky-high wages. Is this how you are going to fulfill your responsibilities?!"

"We didn't think we would have to deal with this scale of military suppression! If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have had the guts to accept the wage no matter how brave I may be!"

As they argued with each other, Kingsley suddenly interrupted in a cold voice. "Enough! Keep your mouths shut!"

With just one sentence from him, everyone closed their mouths tight, and no one dared to utter another word.

Kingsley then glanced at the bodyguards kneeling on the ground and questioned them, "Tell me this— have you been involved in any arms trade before?"