I Am the Ruler of All

Scarface Louie's face contorted in terrible pain, and a large amount of sweat trickled down from his forehead in an instant.
"What are you trying to say?"
Kingsley squeezed Scarface Louie’s arm and asked coldly, "Do you want to apologize or not?"
Scarface Louie screamed in pain again. He twisted his neck back, glared at Kingsley, and gritted his teeth. "D*mn it. How can I, a
big and tall man, apologize to an old geezer? Even if you kill me, I will never apologize."
"You do have a backbone, but you’re using it in the wrong time and place. Also, do you really think I dare not kill you?" Kingsley
said indifferently.
Scarface Louie laughed loudly. "Hahaha, you're a stinky brat. So what if you're good at it? You won’t dare to kill anyone even if I
lend you my courage."
"Really?" Kingsley's tone was still cold, but his fingers were constantly exerting strength. "Unfortunately, you're out of luck. One
of the things I'm good at is killing people."
While speaking, his fingers deeply dug into Scarface Louie's joints.
"Ah!"
Scarface Louie's voice changed from the extreme pain. His cry was like the wailing of the evil spirits in hell. He raised his head
with great effort and roared at his frightened subordinates, "What the hell are you all doing? Why aren’t you guys beating him
up?"
Hearing that, Zayne also suddenly came back from his senses. His face was pale, and he frantically waved his arms and
shouted loudly, "Yeah! You guys f*cking come and hit him! Did I pay you money to hire you to watch the fun?"
He was so frightened because he did not expect that Kingsley's seemingly thin body would have such a powerful explosive
force. Even Scarface Louie was not his opponent. The only plan for now was to use underhand tactics.

When Scarface Louie's subordinates heard that both their boss and Zayne had spoken, they all swallowed and rushed over with
electric batons.
Seeing that, Kingsley pushed his arm hard and threw Scarface Louie out like a bowling ball.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Scarface Louie smashed against the first few young men who were rushing toward them to the ground.
All of a sudden, there were wails of pain, so the others stopped to help Scarface Louie and their fallen comrades.
Scarface Louie roared in a heart-wrenching manner, "Don't f*cking care about me! Get the kid first!"
His voice just fell when a loud bang sounded.
The door of the treatment room next to them was kicked open by someone.
A big man with tattoos all over his body walked out of it and shouted loudly, "What the hell are you doing? My friend was injured
and is being bandaged here, and I’ve been listening to all of you wailing and screaming out here. Will you just not let him rest in
peace?"
Scarface Louie supported his arm and got up from the ground, then said unhappily, "Hey, where did you come from? I, Scarface
Louie, am doing business here. If you don't want to die, hide your f*cking self away."
"Scarface Louie?"
The tattooed man snorted coldly and strode forward.
Slap!
He slapped Scarface Louie in the face and bellowed, "F*ck! The disciple of Terry 'Tiger' Wharton dares to talk back at me?"

Scarface Louie was slightly startled by the slap. "Y-You know my boss?"
"Hehe, since when can Tiger Wharton be considered a boss?"
Listening to his tone, it was clear that this man was very disdainful of Terry ‘Tiger’ Wharton.
Scarface Louie couldn't help but stare at him for a moment, then tentatively said, "You are—"
"I am Wendell Martin, the right-hand protector of Boss Howe. Have you heard of my name?"
Scarface Louie’s legs trembled uncontrollably when he heard what the tattooed man said.
"Howe... Boss Howe?" His Adam's apple moved up and down quickly, then he said in horror, "Y-You mean Baron Howe, one of
the Seven Legends?"
Wendell Martin crossed his arms and said coldly, "Apart from the Seven Legends, who else dares to call themselves Boss
Howe?"
As soon as this statement came out, the expressions of all the doctors and nurses around changed. Everyone knew that there
were three major forces in Solaris.
Since the fall of Ashton Birch, the forces of Jarett Cole and the Seven Legends had grown rapidly.
At this time, Baron Howe, one of the Seven Legends, was actually in this Hill Crest Hospital.
Everyone was horrified, and Zayne was even more frightened. Trembling, he asked respectfully in a quavering voice, "M-Mr.
Martin, Boss Howe is here for medical treatment, right? Why didn't you let me know in advance? W-We should be giving him the
best service..."
Wendell waved his hand and said, "Our boss is accompanying one of our men to bandage a wound, so there is no need for so
much unnecessary attention."

Then he frowned and asked, "What the hell happened here? Why are you people being so noisy that our men can't rest?"