I Am the Ruler of All

House number forty-seven was where Yvonne was living. Kingsley planned on settling Yvonne's trouble before finding that
Sweoya spy.
"Yes, boss," Baron answered. "It's quite near from where we're at. We'll be there in five."
Kingsley hung up and tossed Kenzo out like he was trash. The man wobbled forward like a drunken man and fell forward to the
ground. "Holy sh*t!" Kenzo scrambled to get back up, wincing. His whole body felt like it had been crushed. There were so many
places he wanted to rub, but he only had two hands.
Some of the smarter lackeys went up to him and pretended to be concerned. "Are you alright, Kenzo?"
"You f*ckwits! You didn't help me when he got me! It's too late for concerns!" Kenzo kicked his lackeys. "Trash! All of you!"
The lackeys shut up and stood behind him in a docile manner. If they said one more word, Kenzo could kill them. Kenzo rubbed
his sore shoulders and glared at Kingsley. "You got some moves, kid, but I got numbers on my side. We can kick the sh*t out of
you."
Kingsley smiled. "I'd like to see you try. It might not turn out as you think it would."
Kingsley might be smiling, but the murder in his voice was unmistakable. Kenzo froze up from the intensity alone, and he took a
step back instinctively. "We took over this place, so we deserve the rent." He licked his lips. "And we already told the chief about
this. Everyone just has to give us three hundred dollars a month. If you help them out, I'll stay away from them."
Yvonne teared up at the mention of rent, and she clenched her fists tightly. "My brother worked really hard for the money. I won't
give even a single cent to you! If you want the money, you'll have to kill me!"
Kenzo looked at Yvonne. "Well, aren't you cute? I won't kill someone as adorable as you are, girl." Kenzo leered at her. "Why
don't you come with us to Crimson Hall? Sleep with us for a night and we'll never take rent from you. How does that sound?"
"In your dreams!" Yvonne bit her lip so hard, it almost drew blood. She would not stand for that kind of insult.

"Don't say no just yet, girl." Kenzo took a step forward. "Listen to me. Work at Crimson Hall, and I guarantee you can make three
to five thousand a month. The customers love girls your age. It's so much easier than getting into college and working your way
up the ladder. I'm doing this for your own good."
He was going to take Yvonne by force, and the girl hid behind Kingsley. Fearfully, she said, "Save me, mister!"
Because Kingsley stood in front of Yvonne, Kenzo pulled his hand back. He laughed drily. "I'm doing this for her own good. She
can never find success living in this dingy hut. I'm just showing her a way to get rich."
"Really?" Kingsley squinted. "Why don't you do it then?"
"I'm not a girl." Kenzo pouted. "I would have done the same thing if I were. Hey, it's easy money."
Kingsley sneered. "So you want easy money? Wish granted."
"W-What do you mean?"
Kenzo heard screeches of tires screaming behind him and sounds of someone opening a van's door. It was none other than
Baron and his men. Kenzo swiveled around, and when he saw the two dozen burly men coming out of the vans, he froze up. "W-
What the hell is going on? Who are you guys?"