The Established Siblings of the Pack

Chapter 440

Chapter 441

"Kendrick! You're finally here!" An excited Perry approached his lackey and pointed at Kingsley. "This

Qustian b*stard ambushed me!"

Ambush? Kendrick's brows furrowed, and he roared, "You blackguard! I knew you Qustians were good

for nothing! Ambush and cheating! That's all you know!"

"That's right!" Perry's face contorted in anger. "He also did something weird to me. He poked me in the

neck, and I blacked out! Even now, my body's shaking. I can't even lift an arm!"

Kendrick thumped his chest in confidence. "Don't you worry, Mr. Cortez. You know my strength. I'll

teach him a lesson about that! Soon this blackguard will be groveling under your feet, begging for

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mercy."

"Good." Percy patted his shoulder. "Once we return to Southsiren, you're going to work at my father's

company."

"Thank you, Mr. Cortez." Kendrick bowed deeply at Perry before striding toward Kingsley. In poorly

spoken Qustian, he said, "Hey, brat! Mr. Cortez's father is the head of a conglomerate in Southsiren,

you blackguard. What did you do to him? Why did he lose his strength?"

Kingsley looked at Kendrick icily. "Nothing. Just hit him with a bit of Qustia's Meridian Arts. He'll be

back to normal in no time."

"Meridian Arts?" Kendrick froze for a moment, then he scoffed. "Brazen as usual, Qustian. Meridian

Arts and acupuncture are both inventions of the great Southsiren Republic! And yet you claim them to

be yours?"

Kingsley clapped sarcastically. "I've seen audacity, believe me, but you guys take the cake."

Even the crowd was angry, and they shouted.

"Yeah, right! Like hell they are! You Southsirenese know no shame at all! You've been claiming things

that are not yours forever!"

"You guys are all f*cking liars! I bet your whole country is made up of c*nts!"

The rage of the crowd was making Calvin panic. He roared, "Mr. Cortez, tell your men to settle this

matter right away. We cannot afford to anger the crowd."

Perry's face fell, and he ordered, "This is not the time to argue with these Qustian b*stards, Kendrick.

Take that *sshole down now."

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"Right away, sir." Kendrick bowed once more. "I'll make sure he grovels before you and admit that he's

nothing but a piece of sh*t." He stood back up and beckoned at Kingsley. "Come, Qustian. I shall show

you the strength of Taekwondo."

Oh, for the love of God, this is ridiculous. Whoop his arse already, Kingsley! Courtney roared, "Kick his

*ss, Kingsley! Teach that Southsiren b*stard a lesson!"

A chilling smile curled Kingsley's lip. "Got it, Courtney." He then raised his right hand and balled it into a

fist, and a wave of power unleashed itself around him, distorting even the air.

Kendrick cocked his eyebrow. "A Qustia Arts practitioner?"

"No." Kingsley shook his head. He had never mastered any style of the Qustia Arts. Everything he

knew, he learned from the battlefield. Firearms reigned supreme in wars, but close combat would often

happen. Kingsley acquired his unparalleled skills and iron defense thanks to the deadly battles he had

to survive.