Chapter 370


    "In your dreams!" Courtney''s chest was heaving from fury, and her pajamas fluttered.


    ine chided, "Watch your tongue, Kyle! That''s going too far!"


    "What? You want to step in for her?" Kyle ogled ine. "You''re not half bad, but I don''t like used goods.


    Still, I don''t mind you sleeping with myckeys."


    ine paled with rage, and she gnashed her teeth. "You shouldn''t have said that, Kyle!"


    "Why shouldn''t I?" Kyle''s face fell. "You guys embarrassed me in front of everyone! Nobody''s gonna


    me me even if I cut his legs off and f*ck you both!"


    Kingsley lost all patience at this point. He had perceived Kyle as a threat to Courtney. I''ll have to


    destroy him right here, right now. I can''t stay in Diosna forever.


    He would have to return to Cleapolis after talking with The Anonymous to lead Stork and his members,


    who captured Team Nightcrawler, on a mission. Through his team, he would find out the culprit who


    bought the explosives and bombed Nicholson Family Cemetery. Kyle was a walking time bomb who


    might hurt Courtney eventually, so he couldn''t leave until he got rid of Kyle. He clenched his fists, and


    murder hung in the air around him.


    Kyle felt that, of course, and he looked scared. "What are you doing? You wanna fight me in front of


    everyone?"


    Kingsley looked at the crowd and held back the urge to kill Kyle. He hissed, "Swear you''ll never harass


    Courtney and ine, Kyle. I''ll let you go then."


    "Is that a threat?" Kyle roared. "Listen here, b*stard! Grovel to me, or I''ll ruin your life! And I''ll get a big


    group of people to f*ck these b*tches! I''ll ruin their lives! They''ll be nothing but sluts in this life!"


    Everyone''s heart skipped a beat. That''s going too far, even for Kyle. It''s cruel.


    Kingsley nodded, his face deadpan. "Very well. I showed you mercy, and you spat on it. Now I''ll make


    sure you can never show yourself around them."


    "What do you mean?" Kyle took a step back. "I got my boys here. Touch me and they''ll kill you."


    Kyle felt that, of course, and he looked scared. "What are you doing? You wanna fight me in front of


    everyone?"


    "Oh, I won''t be using any violence on campus." Kingsley whipped his phone out. "I''m just making a


    call."


    "For reinforcements?" Kyle was taken aback for a moment before snorting. "Who can you call? Your


    loser friends? Or your roomies? I ain''t scared of trash like them."


    Kyle''s rich friendsughed as well.


    "And I thought he''s so scary! What a loser!"


    "Yeah! Who''s he gonna call? His friends? This ain''t some kiddie fight!"


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    "Oh, but I''d like to know who his friends are. Maybe they''re losers too."


    Kyle roared inughter. "Call whoever you want! The more the better! I''ll kick all your asses at once!"


    He could already imagine it—a bunch of losers groveling before him, begging for his forgiveness.


    His sycophants guffawed as well.


    "Yeah! The more the merrier! No fun groveling on your own! It''s more fun seeing a bunch of losers


    grovel and beg for their lives."


    Kyle grinned smugly. Finally. I can finally get back at that b*stard!