I Am the Ruler of All

Louie and Zayne looked at one another with mystified expressions after seeing how Wendell ran off like he was being chased.
Why did the fearsome Mr. Martin run off like that?
All of a sudden, a thought flashed across Louie's mind.
Does this Nicholson fellow have some sort of powerful background? One that is frightening enough to scare Mr. Martin off like
that?
However, Louie brushed that thought away at once.
Mr. Martin answers to Master Howe. Why would he be scared off by a kid in his early twenties?
He had to be missing something here!
Just then, Zayne came over and muttered to Louie, "Louie, what's going on? Is something wrong with Mr. Martin?"
"I don't f*cking know!" Louie placed his hand against his burning cheek and retorted, "F*cking hell! Did he see a ghost or
something? Why did he run off like he was about to pee his pants?"
As soon as Louie said that, everyone felt a chill run down their spine.
It seemed like this was the only possible reason to explain why the menacing Wendell Martin ran off like a scared puppy.
Only Alan shook his head and sighed. "You shouldn't jump to such conclusions. You..."
Before Alan finished his sentence, Louie cut him off rudely. "F*ck! Haven't you learned your lesson, old man? You should've
made yourself scarce when I let you go earlier! What gives you the guts to stick around and run your mouth off?!"
"You..." Alan felt a stir of anger, but out of his duty as a doctor, he advised, "Young man, your arm has been dislocated from your
shoulder. If you don't get it treated as soon as possible, you might end up with some long-term side effects!"

Upon hearing Alan's words, Louie growled menacingly, "Are you trying to curse me, you old bugger? You're asking for it!"
Immediately, he pulled up his sleeves and stormed over to Alan in fury.
It seemed like Louie wanted to start throwing fists again.
The crowd scrambled back in fear and left a wide berth.
Alan stumbled backward as well, and his voice trembled as he exclaimed, "W-What are you doing?"
"I'm going to f*cking bash your head in, old man!"
With a bellow, Louie raised his left fist and aimed straight for Alan's head.
Thump!
Kingsley grabbed Louie's fist from behind the moment he raised it.
"I'm giving you one last chance to apologize to Professor Gershwin!"
Louie had goosebumps when he heard Kingsley's icy voice.
His face turned pale as he tried to move his arm away, but he found that he couldn't get out of Kingsley's firm grip.
"Let me go, you f*cker, or else I'll bash your head in as well!"
However, as soon as Louie's words rang out, the door to the treatment room beside them flew open.
Baron came rushing out with dozens of his men.
Quite a few of them were covered in bandages that looked fairly recent.

Wendell was right behind Baron, but his eyes were fixed on the ground as he did not dare look up.
He was deadly afraid of looking into Kingsley's cold eyes.
When everyone else saw that Baron himself had come out, they gasped in trepidation.
The crowd began to whisper among themselves. "Mr. Howe has come to deal with this personally. That young man is probably
going to meet his end!"
"Exactly. Mr. Howe's men are all excellent fighters. If it came to a fight, that guy wouldn't stand a chance against them!"
"I think we should move back a bit in case the blood splatters..."
Even Alan's expression grew grim. "Young man, I think it's best if you leave at once. I'll help you slow them down for a bit. I doubt
that they'd beat up an old man like me!"
At first, he might have come to Kingsley's defense out of his duty as a doctor, but now, he truly wanted to save Kingsley from this
calamity.
Kingsley's skills in acupuncture had made a lasting impression on him, and he was willing to give up his own life to save this
gifted young man!
When Louie heard that, he sneered. "Hah! No point in sacrificing yourself, old man! Both of you are going down today!"
As soon as he said that, he turned to Baron and greeted him respectfully. "Mr. Howe, it was this b*stard who disturbed your
peace. You..."
Louie wanted to fan the flames and convince Baron to teach Kingsley a lesson.
However, his words were only halfway out his mouth when he had to force the rest back down his throat.

Because what he saw was Baron and his men rushing out of the treatment room before coming to a stop right in front of
Kingsley.
Thud!
Baron had fallen right down to his knees!
All of his men behind him followed suit!
In an instant, over a dozen burly men had kneeled to the ground!