I Am the Ruler of All

Just then, Nicholas scoffed impatiently. "Hey punk, can you f*cking do it or not? If you're going to brag so much, then at least
prove some of it!"
Matt snorted once he heard what Nicholas said.
So what if this useless piece of trash is Xavier Nicholson's son?
He did not have the ability to compete against Prime Corporation.
I'm the chairman of the Roseland Chamber of Commerce! Why should I be afraid of a worthless bum?
With that thought in mind, Matt calmed down and leaned against the couch. He vented furiously at Kingsley, "That's right. Hey
you, Nicholson fellow, weren't you all high and mighty when you got those guys to mess with Clarence? And yet you can't even
bring a decent gift?"
Kingsley's finger shifted slightly along the armrest of his couch as he said plainly, "What did you guys prepare for Old Mrs. Fox?"
He looked at Matt like he was staring at a dead man.
"Us?" Matt snorted and declared arrogantly, "I spent 1.3 million and used all my connections to hire over a dozen international
specialists from Mittera. I also set up a research team to look specifically into my mother's condition."
He eyed Michael smugly before hinting, "Why do you ask? You think you can compare with me?"
Michael's face was stormy.
He knew that no matter how much money Kingsley had, he would not be able to one-up Matt this time. It was not a matter of
spending tens of millions.
It took more than money to hire that team of international specialists.

True enough, Helen began to shower Matt with praise. "My son is truly a filial child. He's much better than my daughter and son-
in-law."
Having said that, she glanced at Kingsley derisively. "Hurry up and leave. I don't want to look at you. Our family doesn't welcome
a listless bum like you."
Kingsley smirked and did not bother to argue with an old woman in her eighties.
He simply stated, "I am certain that Old Mrs. Fox will be very pleased with my gift. However, I'm afraid that once my gift has been
received, there won't be any need for yours, President Fox."
"What could you possibly mean?" Matt snorted. "Don't tell me that you're going to get a bunch of village doctors to come and
treat my mother?"
Nicholas and all the other Foxes began to laugh at Matt's comment.
Nicholas was bent over with laughter. "I'm dying from laughter! Are you planning on getting a bunch of nameless doctors from
your village to form a team to compete with our team of international specialists?"
Michael had not expected Kingsley's response either, and he muttered under his breath, "Why don't we just donate some money
to the hospital? We can't joke around with Old Mrs. Fox's life at stake..."
Megan was also displeased. "The specialists my brother found are already at the top of their respective fields. Are you sure that
you can find someone even more skilled than they are?"
Under the sea of derisive stares, Kingsley simply raised his finger and shook his head slightly. "I don't need to look for any
specialists. I can treat Old Mrs. Fox's heart condition."
The hospital room fell silent the moment he said that.
It remained quiet for an entire minute before Nicholas snorted. "Hahahaha... you're killing me! A piece of trash from the
underworld like you claims that he can treat my grandma's heart condition! Hahahaha..."

Matt joined in with a condescending laugh of his own. "How do you come up with all these shameless claims? All the top experts
in the medical field are at a loss over my mother's treatment, and you think you can guarantee a full recovery just by wagging
your tongue?"
Michael and Megan were also feeling rather awkward. "Kingsley, even if you're trying to prove yourself, you shouldn't make such
baseless claims! Isn't that just asking for it?"
However, Kingsley ignored their taunts. He looked at Helen and asked, "Mrs. Fox, I could be the only hope for you to recover
from your condition. Do you want my help?"
Before Old Mrs. Fox could even speak, Nicholas cut in and declared, "Grandma, I think this punk is just trying to find the
opportunity to take his anger out on you for scolding him earlier."
Matt added snarkily, "That's right. How can a kid in his twenties be better than all those international specialists? I think he's up to
no good."
Noticing the hesitation in Old Mrs. Fox's expression, Kingsley smirked. "That's fine. If you don't believe me, Mrs. Fox, you can
wait for me to prove it."
He checked the date on his watch before continuing, "There's a patient who's had paralysis for over ten years, and he's currently
getting his medical checkup. If the results come back with no red flags, then two days later, I'll proceed to treat his condition
using acupuncture. You are all invited to witness this yourself before deciding whether you want to accept this gift of mine."