I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 510

CHAPTER 510 OFF WITH HIS LEG!

Clive was sure of himself as he nodded and insisted, "Yes! I give the money and I get the goods. There is nothing wrong with that, is there?!"

"You give the money and you get the goods?" Kingsley repeated in a chilling voice. "How much were you planning to give them?"

Clive sized the girls up and stated, "Considering their quality, I can give them seven hundred if they are brand new."

"Seven hundred?" Kingsley nodded, his indifferent eyes on Clive as he purred, "I see."

After saying that, he turned to Kenny and asked, "Advisor Shane, do you have cash on you?"

"I do, but I don't have much." Kenny took out his wallet and checked how much he had. "I have less than seven hundred."

"That's fine." After Kingsley took the money, he tossed it in front of Clive and casually mentioned, "Now that I think about it, you're not 'brand new', are you? This means you should be cheaper. I'll buy you for the night with these few hundred."

Clive was silent for a few beats. With a sour expression, he hesitantly retorted, "Bro, those women are the goods I'm talking about. I am the second young master of the Arison Family!"

"You are not even worthy of being considered 'goods' to me!" Kingsley sneered. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

He then instructed the pale-faced Wyatt standing off to one side, "You, come here and cut his leg."

"What are you trying to do?!" Clive was horrified when he heard that. "You dare touch me? I'll call the cops!"

The corners of Kingsley's mouth lifted into a smirk. "You said that the world is a place where the strong prey on the weak. I give the money and I get the goods, no? I'm paying for your leg. It's not unreasonable, is it?"

"How dare you?" Tongue-tied, Clive looked at Wyatt with a horrified look in his eyes. "W-Wyatt, my friend! I'm a member of the Arison Family from Seavale! D-Don't listen to him!"

Wyatt frowned and said to Kingsley instead, "I don't know where you popped up from, but this is Boss Quintana's territory after all. You can't give me orders! The most I can do is not get involved in what happens today. You got beef with each other; you solve it yourselves."

Right after he said that, Kenny immediately went up to Wyatt and pressed the muzzle to the latter's temple.

"Wyatt, you were bragging about wanting to get rid of me earlier, and yet, you're trying to get away now? It's too late for that!" Kenny roared. "Boss Nicholson is asking you to cut that punk's leg off because he wants to spare your life. Don't be ungrateful, you sh*t!"

Wyatt immediately had goosebumps all over his body when he felt the coldness pressed to his temple.

His body turned rigid and he slowly raised his hands in surrender. "A-Advisor Shane, please put the

gun down first… I-I'll listen to Boss Nicholson, alright?"

"Hmph!" Kenny huffed. "Glad you know what's good for you."

After saying that, he smashed the butt of the gun on Wyatt's head.

Wyatt's pain was written all over his face, but he didn't dare make a sound.

All he could do was release his anger on Clive.

He angrily yelled at the thugs, "F*ck! Why the hell are you guys still standing there? Hurry up and cut this punk's leg!"

All his subordinates were now trembling as they turned pale with fright. They only came back to their senses after they heard the order from their boss.

"Yes, Wyatt…"

Getting out of the black gun muzzles' way, they gnashed their teeth in anger and threw themselves at Clive.

They were thinking the same thing as Wyatt.

They wouldn't have suffered such a setback if it weren't for Clive!

"Stay… stay away…" Clive was shivering all over as he scooted backward and shrieked in horror. "I-I have money! I'll give you as much money as you want! Stay away…"

However, his words were like a stone dropping into the ocean. Not even a ripple could be seen.

In short, no one cared about what he had to say.

Wyatt's subordinates had already rushed in front of him within the next second.

Clive didn't even manage to beg Kingsley for mercy when he was completely surrounded.