Chapter 440


    "Kendrick! You''re finally here!" An excited Perry approached hisckey and pointed at Kingsley. "This


    Qustian b*stard ambushed me!"


    Ambush? Kendrick''s brows furrowed, and he roared, "You ckguard! I knew you Qustians were good


    for nothing! Ambush and cheating! That''s all you know!"


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    "That''s right!" Perry''s face contorted in anger. "He also did something weird to me. He poked me in the


    neck, and I cked out! Even now, my body''s shaking. I can''t even lift an arm!"


    Kendrick thumped his chest in confidence. "Don''t you worry, Mr. Cortez. You know my strength. I''ll


    teach him a lesson about that! Soon this ckguard will be groveling under your feet, begging for


    mercy."


    "Good." Percy patted his shoulder. "Once we return to Southsiren, you''re going to work at my father''s


    company."


    "Thank you, Mr. Cortez." Kendrick bowed deeply at Perry before striding toward Kingsley. In poorly


    spoken Qustian, he said, "Hey, brat! Mr. Cortez''s father is the head of a conglomerate in Southsiren,


    you ckguard. What did you do to him? Why did he lose his strength?"


    Kingsley looked at Kendrick icily. "Nothing. Just hit him with a bit of Qustia''s Meridian Arts. He''ll be


    back to normal in no time."


    "Meridian Arts?" Kendrick froze for a moment, then he scoffed. "Brazen as usual, Qustian. Meridian


    Arts and acupuncture are both inventions of the great Southsiren Republic! And yet you im them to


    be yours?"


    Kingsley pped sarcastically. "I''ve seen audacity, believe me, but you guys take the cake."


    Even the crowd was angry, and they shouted.


    "Yeah, right! Like hell they are! You Southsirenese know no shame at all! You''ve been iming things


    that are not yours forever!"


    "You guys are all f*cking liars! I bet your whole country is made up of c*nts!"


    The rage of the crowd was making Calvin panic. He roared, "Mr. Cortez, tell your men to settle this


    matter right away. We cannot afford to anger the crowd."


    Perry''s face fell, and he ordered, "This is not the time to argue with these Qustian b*stards, Kendrick.


    Take that *sshole down now."


    "Right away, sir." Kendrick bowed once more. "I''ll make sure he grovels before you and admit that he''s


    nothing but a piece of sh*t." He stood back up and beckoned at Kingsley. "Come, Qustian. I shall show


    you the strength of Taekwondo."


    Oh, for the love of God, this is ridiculous. Whoop his arse already, Kingsley! Courtney roared, "Kick his


    *ss, Kingsley! Teach that Southsiren b*stard a lesson!"


    A chilling smile curled Kingsley''s lip. "Got it, Courtney." He then raised his right hand and balled it into a


    fist, and a wave of power unleashed itself around him, distorting even the air.


    Kendrick cocked his eyebrow. "A Qustia Arts practitioner?"


    "No." Kingsley shook his head. He had never mastered any style of the Qustia Arts. Everything he


    knew, he learned from the battlefield. Firearms reigned supreme in wars, but closebat would often


    happen. Kingsley acquired his unparalleled skills and iron defense thanks to the deadly battles he had


    to survive.