I am the ruler of all novel (Kingsley)

Chapter 72

Peter did not realize what was going on and said to Kingsley in a low voice, "Advisor Shane is here. You're doomed now."

Bam!

Peter had just piped up before Kenny, who stepped over the threshold of the front hall with his forefoot, fell on his knees in front of Kingsley as his legs went weak. He was shaking wildly as if he had touched an electric door.

Everyone looked at each other in silence, for no one knew what was happening.

"Advisor Shane—"

Just as Mickey cautiously called out, Kenny turned his head sharply and glared at the former fiercely, looking as though he was about to devour Mickey alive.

"Mickey! You f*cking fooled me and got me into this!"

Mickey looked bewildered. "A-Advisor, I didn't... How would I dare do that..."

Kenny's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Wait for this to be over! I'll personally skin you alive!"

He hated Mickey with a passion. Initially, after he helped Charlie secure all those investors, he was still gleefully thinking about finding a time to invite Kingsley for a meal to improve their relationship.

In the end, Mickey delivered such a blow all of a sudden, and it felt like disaster striking him out of

nowhere.

Mickey looked at Kenny's bloodshot eyes full of hatred, and his originally vicious face became dazed. Up until that point, he still did not understand what had gone wrong.

On the other hand, Peter was completely dumbfounded.

He thought that when the legendary Kenny Shane arrived, the man would be able to eliminate this kid at once. In fact, he even imagined how he'd get Kingsley to eat sh*t. However, he never thought that Advisor Shane would kneel to the other party as soon as he came.

"W-What is going on here?"

Peter looked at Mickey and said miserably, "Is this a fake Advisor Shane?"

"I don't even know what the hell is going on!”

Mickey hit his thighs in utter astonishment. Apart from him, everyone around was stunned too. They rubbed their eyes, unable to believe what they were witnessing.

Kenny crawled on his knees to Kingsley's feet and said miserably, "Mr. Nicholson, this matter has nothing to do with me at all. I just finished eating nearby when I was fooled into coming here."

He turned his head and pointed at Mickey, "That man has just been released from prison, and I have only brought him under my command for a short time. I don't know anything about what he's done. If he has provoked you, I will kick him out at once as long as you give the command."

When he heard Kenny's tearful voice, Mickey felt his blood run cold. This man was clearly about to sacrifice him.

"Advisor Shane, how could you—"

Before he finished speaking, Kenny roared, "You f*cking kneel here right now! How dare you provoke Mr. Nicholson? Even if you want to die, I don't!"

"Uh…"

Mickey slowly turned his head to Kingsley as a frightening thought came to his mind.

Have I really done something terrible today?

"Get down on your knees!"

When he heard Kenny's roar again, Mickey trembled and immediately fell to his knees.

He finally understood that the indifferent young man in front of him was someone that even Kenny would not dare to provoke.

When Mickey kneeled, the twenty or so subordinates behind him all followed suit. Immediately afterward, Stephen and the others all fell to the ground with horrified expressions. At that moment, Peter and Leroy were the only ones standing in the entire hall. Peter was so frightened that his face was devoid of color, and he stood dumbfounded in the same place, wondering whether to stand or kneel.

Kingsley sat in the chair and said lightly to Kenny, "Advisor Shane, we meet again. Are you here to help your subordinates?"

"No, no, no—" Kenny waved his hands again and again.

"I just passed by. I was just passing by—"

Mickey was about to cry upon hearing this. On the phone just now, Advisor Shane had assured him that he would avenge him and Peter. Why was he 'just passing by' now?

"Mickey."

Kingsley's icy voice suddenly entered Mickey's ears, causing the latter to shudder. He hurriedly said in a trembling voice, "Yes, yes."

"You kneeled for two hours when we were on the bus last time, but haven't you learned your lesson?"

"I—" Mickey suddenly had an idea. He turned his head and pointed at Peter.

"It's him. It's him. Not only did he have us threaten our collaborators, but he also got us to help him deal with his competitors."

Kingsley narrowed his eyes slightly. "You mean to say you are not in the wrong?"

Kenny cursed angrily, "If you don't want to die, just hurry up and confess your fault to Mr. Nicholson."

"I-I was wrong. I was wrong—" Mickey was sweating profusely as he repeatedly admitted his mistakes.

"I shouldn't have helped Peter to do evil things, and I shouldn't have provoked you..."

The brawny man over six feet was shivering with fear at this time.

Kingsley turned his gaze to Peter again. "What about you, Young Master Lawson? When do you plan to finish what you've promised me?"

Peter was so frightened that he almost went into cardiac arrest.

He said in a weak voice, "Y-You mean the matter about eating sh*t on live broadcast?"

"What else?"

"N-No more..."

"Is that all?" Kingsley slammed the table. "What are you going to do with the contract regarding the Nicholson Family Cemetery?"