The Established Siblings Of The Pack

Chapter 322

Xanxus put one hand behind his back and fiddled with his string of beads with the other. He looked down at the ground and said nothing. He would never deign to see a no-name man in most cases, but this concerned the casino, so he had to be here himself. Still, he refused to talk with Kingsley, thinking that he was too good for that. Xanxus put one hand behind his back and fiddled with his string of beads with the other. He looked down at the ground and said nothing. He would never deign to see a no-name man in most cases, but this concerned the casino, so he had to be here himself. Still, he refused to talk with Kingsley, thinking that he was too good for that.

Frederick looked at his boss before pointing at Kingsley. "Mr. Norton is here for you, kid. Now grovel before him! Nobody disrespects Mr. Norton like this!"

Kingsley smiled and remained in his seat. He kept smoking. The guy did not really care for Xanxus.

Frederick shot him a glare and roared, "Are you listening, you b*stard?" He tossed a card to Kingsley. "This is the money you want! Now give us the letter of transfer!"

Kingsley puffed another circle of smoke, but he was still silent. He was waiting for Xanxus to speak first. Playing arrogant, are we? Let's take you down a few notches then. A lowly gang boss doesn't get to lord me around.

Xanxus was annoyed by how calm Kingsley was, and he couldn't help but say, "I know you've heard of me, kid. I've given you what you wanted, so give me my casino back."

"And why should I?" Kingsley crossed his legs. "I won it fair and square. Now you come into my room and demand I give it back for free? That's against the rules, isn't it?"

"Why you little…" Frederick was about to whip his gun out, but he looked to his boss for permission. "Why don't we just kill this guy?"

Xanxus looked at Frederick darkly. "Rhys told you that the Gamblers Organization is involved, didn't he?"

"Yeah, and it's not wise to get on their bad side." Frederick understood what Xanxus was trying to say. "So what should we do with him?"

Xanxus turned his gaze to Kingsley. "What do you want, kid?"

Kingsley tossed his cigarette to the ground and stomped on it with his foot. "I want you dead."

Xanxus sneered, "So ignorant, huh? Do you really think you can do anything just because the Gamblers Organization is backing you up?" He nodded at Frederick. "Show him the picture."

"Yes, sir." Frederick whipped out a photo from his pocket and tossed it to Kingsley. "Take a long, hard look, kid. This is what happens if you refuse to work with the boss."

Kingsley looked at the photo. The guy in it was tightly tied up like a dumpling. Almost all his skin was peeled off, and blood fell like a waterfall. He was just a mess of flesh hanging from the ceiling. It was a horrible sight. Kingsley looked at the man's face and cocked his eyebrow. "Is that Rhys?"

"Glad you can see that!" Frederick growled. "Now hand the letter over if you don't want to end up like this sorry b*stard." Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

They were on guard against the Gamblers Organization, so violence was out of the question. They were relying on intimidation and scare tactics to make Kingsley hand the letter over. Most people who saw the picture would be scared senseless, and the weaker ones might even hurl and give in to their demands. Surprisingly, Kingsley only looked at the grotesque body calmly before smiling. "You call this horrible?" He looked up. "Hey, do you want to see what a real nightmare looks like?"

Xanxus and Frederick fell silent. Even the veteran triad boss shivered when Kingsley made that threat. He froze up and finally realized Kingsley was more than met the eye, and he stared at Kingsley. "Who are you? And why do you want to see me?"