Chapter 257


    Kingsley marched forward and stood before Tyrone, meeting thetter''s gaze. “Without definite


    instructions from Lord Campbell, I won''t take your life. But...”


    Smack!


    Before he finished his sentence, Kingsley sped his hands around Tyrone''s neck and then pulled


    him in closer and pped him across the face.


    Holy moly!


    Goodness gracious!


    Oh my god!


    In the big hall, hundreds of individuals froze on their spot, stunned as if they had been struck by


    lightning. They were shocked beyond belief.


    Is Kingsley crazy? That''s Tyrone! Yet, Kingsley just gave him a good hard p right in front of


    everyone when he''s but a leader of the Horizon Group!


    Tyrone was astonished himself. His face turned pale as he stared at Kingsley nkly, and his face


    eventually became contorted in anger.


    With that one p, the mysterious facade of his that came from being a member of a prestigious


    family with centuries of history was shattered instantly, and his superior image was ruined.


    He feared that no one would ever treat him with respect ever again.


    “Kingsley! You must be crazy!” Tyrone roared.


    “Let go of Mr. Tyrone!” a youth belonging to Gideon''s faction called out.


    However, the moment the words left his mouth, he screamed as Kingsley''s Azure Wyvern sword


    flew toward him and pierced through his chest. He was pushed back by the enormous force and


    pinned to the wall by the de. Blood dribbled down slowly on the wall.


    “Anybody else has anything to say?” Kingsley murmured.


    Everyone else stayed silent out of fear that Kingsley would take their lives next.


    At this moment, everyone knew that Kingsley was a mad dog.


    “Not even Luke would dare steal Lord Campbell''snd remation project. So who are you to do


    so?” Kingsley spat, his voice cold. He then gave Tyrone another p. “I heard that you like hitting


    people in the face. I''ll let you have a taste of your own medicine today!”


    Tyrone was infuriated. His eyes dimmed gradually, and the murderous intent within his heart


    expanded to the extremes.


    Then, Kingsley let Tyrone go. “I won''t take your life. The question is, do you dare take mine?”


    Kingsley then pointed at his temples. “Come, shoot me right here. Do away with my life.”


    Tyrone stared at Kingsley fixedly. A gun soon appeared in Tyrone''s hand, and he aimed it at


    Kingsley''s skull.


    Some of the onlookers were moring for Tyrone to open fire in their hearts.


    Kill him! Pull the trigger!


    Many of them were looking forward to Tyrone putting a bullet in Kingsley, and they knew that Tyrone


    had the guts and capability to do so. After all, Tyrone was the Ninth Prince of the Campbell n,


    and he was one of the third-generation generals as well.


    However, Tyrone knew what would happen if he opened fire.


    He would incur the wrath of Horizon Group and Lord Campbell.


    Everybody knew the consequences would be dire if one offended Lord Campbell.


    Amongst the Campbell n, there was an individual with god-like strength who was so old that he


    was akin to a living fossil. He once analyzed Lord Campbell''s power and eventually dered, "I''ve


    never met the young man called Lord Campbell before. However, if we do engage in a fight, I''m not


    sure that I would be able to win. His strength is terrifying, and I''d advise everyone to avoid getting


    on his bad side at all costs.”


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    “Go on, shoot.” Kingsley smiled.


    Tyrone set his gun down gradually and threw it on the ground. “Horizon Group wins.”


    Whether it was Rupert, Akio, or others from the Gideon faction, everyone present was dumbstruck,


    gaping at Tyrone and Kingsley.


    Tyrone actually admitted defeat! What does this mean? This must mean that Tyrone dreads Horizon


    Group, or to be more urate, he''s afraid of Lord Campbell! Exactly how formidable Lord Campbell


    is for the Ninth Prince of a five-hundred-year-old family to fear him!


    Tyrone fished out his handkerchief once again. He covered his nose, then coughed a couple of


    times. His face was unusually pale as he said, “General Felton, I will be officially informing Lord


    Campbell of your every action today in a ck-and-white.”


    Kingsley merely leered at Tyrone coldly. What an idiot!