The Established Siblings of the Pack

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“It’s me.”

Kingsley still managed to walk fast despite the uneven mountain path.

It only took him a few short moments before he was halfway up the mountain.

Zayne stood on the steps of the gazebo and waved at him. “This way!” he urged.

Unhesitantly, Kingsley strode in his direction while he asked, “What of Professor Gershwin? Have you

found him?”

“There’s no need to rush into looking for the professor. Come over. I have a few friends I want you to

meet.” Zayne gradually bared his fangs and added sullenly, “No introduction needed, yeah? You know

each other.”

After Kingsley walked up the steps and into the gazebo, he put on a puzzled expression. “Mr. Martin?

What are you doing here?”

Before Wendell could reply, Zayne started braying with laughter, “Haha! Of course he is here to help

me teach you a lesson! I am sure you didn’t expect for this to happen, you piece of sh*t. You are such

easy prey!”

He then blocked off the entrance of the pavilion with his torso as he roared, “Since you are the one who

voluntarily fell into our trap, I have no choice but to kill you off!”

“Kill me?” Kingsley looked at him with cold eyes. “I will give you a chance to back out of this for your

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father’s sake.”

“Back out? Why should I?” Zayne’s face was twisted with rage. “I have been planning for this day for so

long. I won’t back out!”

With that said, he waved his hand and barked, “Mr. Martin! Seize him!”

Upon hearing that, Wendell stretched out his neck while he stood up. “Should I?” he asked.

“Do it!” Kingsley nodded.

Noticing that something was off, Zayne questioned, “What is the meaning of this, Mr. Martin?” His face

fell right that instant. “D-Don’t tell me you are betraying me?!”

Wendell only hooked a finger without saying a word.

Immediately, the four burly men behind him dashed toward Zayne with their arms swinging.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” As Zayne’s arms were restrained behind his back, he shouted in horror,

“Mr. Martin! I will pay you! I will pay you three times the promised amount! Get rid of Kingsley for me!”

“Three times?” Wendell smirked. “I would definitely take the money if it were someone else!

Unfortunately, with Boss as my opponent, I have to consider the fact that I have to be alive to spend the

money I earned!”

Hearing that, Zayne shrieked, “What are you afraid of?! No one will know if you kill him now! Do you

really think he’ll let you go after this betrayal? You are too naïve!”

“Regardless of whether he will let me go or not, I will personally apologize to him for what happened

today. You don’t have to worry about it!”

After saying this, Wendell respectfully came to Kingsley and bowed. “Boss, how would you like for him

to be taken care of?”

Kingsley put his hands behind his back and after he slowly walked deeper into the gazebo, he sat down

on a bench. “Bring him here,” he instructed in an indifferent tone.

As soon as he gave his order, the four burly men manhandled Zayne to Kingsley, as though Zayne was

a ragdoll.

They proceeded to give him a hard kick on the back of his knee, making him fall and kneel on the

ground with a loud thud.

“Are you stupid or dumb, Zayne Church?” Kingsley crossed his legs. “You saw with your own eyes how

respectful Wendell was with me at the hospital, didn’t you? And still you went and sought his help to

carry out your revenge?”

“How would I have known that he really is a coward?!” Zayne gritted his teeth and spat, “I wouldn’t

have come to him if I knew any other underground bosses!”

The moment Wendell heard that, he slapped Zayne on the back of his head without missing a beat.

“F*ck! Who are you calling a coward, huh?!”

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The impact made Zayne see stars, but he still refused to admit defeat. “You are a coward! You are

spineless! How are you someone from the underground but you are afraid to earn money?!”

At this point, he loathed Wendell to the core.

He didn’t expect for someone to refuse money because they were timid.

“You little piece of sh*t!” Wendell reached out and grabbed Zayne by the hair. “How dare you punk

curse at me?!”

Even though his words were cold as he yelled at Zayne, he couldn’t help feeling somewhat annoyed

deep down.

After all, Zayne had stolen the bank card from his family and offered him a staggering price of 800,000

for his service!

If only Kingsley wasn’t his target today, he would unhesitantly do it even if the one he had to kill was

Baron!

It was too bad that he had been traumatized by how Kingsley had destroyed both William’s coffin and

body, and had fired a gun at someone during William’s funeral.

The fear Wendell felt for Kingsley came from the bottom of his heart.

He wouldn’t dare lay a finger on Kingsley no matter how much money Zayne offered him.

With that, he was immediately hit by a feeling of annoyance and rage as he thought about how the

800,000 that had almost fallen into his lap was gone, and how he almost got on Kingsley’s bad side.

Wham!

As though taking out his anger on Wayne, he brutally landed a punch on Zayne’s head.

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