I Am the Ruler of All

Seth's leer made Alice sick to her stomach. It was even worse than her car sickness. She said coldly, "I'm not your friend, so stay
away from me." She tried to leave.
"Hey, don't go!" Seth held her hand. "I really like you, Alice. My heart races every time I see you. Here, you can feel it." He pulled
her hand closer to his chest.
Alice did not struggle this time. She sneered, after which a luggage about three feet long zipped across the air. It slammed into
Seth's back before he let out a scream. Seth was sent flying forward a few yards from the impact.
"Ouchhh..." He held his back and winced from the pain. Sethe kept rolling on the floor, trying to relieve the agony.
At the same time, Kingsley came forward holding another luggage in his hand. "No touching, perv! She's off limits!"
"Ow, that hurt as heck! Why did you do that, you b*stard?" Seth got up from the ground, gasping for air. He curled up and held
his back. "Do you know who I f*cking am? I'm Tristan Zinkleigh's student!"
"I don't f*cking care who your teacher is! I could have killed you just for touching Alice! You're lucky I let you live!" Kingsley picked
the luggage up. "So, how do you want his *ss kicked, Alice? I can make it as fancy as you want."
Alice wanted to teach Seth a lesson too, but the fact that his teacher was Tristan made her give up. Tristan was the most revered
instructor of PhD students in Cleapolis. All of his students were the cream of the crop in the medical industry. He had students in
every hospital in Cleapolis, and some of them were department heads and directors. Alice would rather not cross someone like
that in case she got in trouble. She tugged on Kingsley's sleeves and muttered, "Forget it. Don't waste your time on trash like
him. Let's check in."
Seth flew into a rage. He stepped forward and roared, "What? You think you can get away after what you did to me? You think
I'm a pushover?"
"The f*ck you want then?" Kingsley asked impatiently. "Another knuckle sandwich? Or a luggage sub?"
"Why you little!" Seth's veins popped, and he pointed at Alice. "Either she sleeps with me, or you grovel before me! Or else!"

He wants Alice to sleep with him? Kingsley slammed his luggage down and beckoned to him. "Leave her alone. You can get a
room with me. We'll have a little chat."
"Why should I get a room with you?" Seth looked at the big luggage and took a step back warily. He barked, "Don't think you've
won. Once my teacher gets here, he'll kick you out of Cleapolis' medical world for good!"
"Is that so?" Kingsley scoffed. "You can try, but you will fail. Hard."
"Why you little..." Seth pointed at Kingsley. "Just you wait! You'll pay for what you said!" He stormed into the motel and told
Tristan about this.
"What a manchild," Kingsley sneered. "Snitching after he got in trouble? What is he, twelve?"
Alice was worried. "Don't laugh at him, Kingsley. Do you have any idea how many students Tristan has? Cross him and you'll
lose your place in Cleapolis' medical world forever!"
"Don't worry, Alice. I'm the God of Medicine, remember?" Kingsley chuckled. "C'mon. Let's check in." He picked the luggage up
and went through the revolving door.
"I know you're the God of Medicine, but Tristan is well-connected in Cleapolis. He has far more allies and resources than you can
imagine."