Chapter 65
When the nosy staff realized the picture shown wasn''t Kingsley''s face, they all heaved a sigh of
relief, knowing that they would be in trouble if they were messing with someone from the military.
While the words printed on the card had be blurred and illegible with time, someone from the
crowd dismissed it as nothing of a big deal in an unconcerned manner. "Ah,e on! Whoever this
ID card belongs to is clearly just a sergeant, as written here. That just seems like a normal soldier to
n me.
"Haha. Yeah, so what''s there to be scared of? It''s not like this ID card''s owner is a lieutenant."
"Hey kid, did your friend leave this behind in your car? Jim Hond? What ame
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I n name!
Jim Hond? Kingsley had no idea that Jim''s military ID card had been in the backseat of his car all
this time until he heard Harry reading out his name shortly. Wait a minute! Jim is the Chief of Army
in Westwood District, isn''t he? At the thought of that, he smiled ambiguously and asked, "Why don''t
you take a look at the issue date?"
"The issue date?" Harry subconsciously looked down. "February 2,1987." It was when he saw the
date that he realized the
ID card was issued back in the 80s. Thus, he couldn''t help but wonder about Jim''s current rank in
the military.
Seeing Harry''s confused state, Kingsley reached for his phone and dialed Jim''s number to give the
former an answer. "Hello, Jim. Someone here found your military ID card." He then walked up to
Harry and put the phone close to his ear. "Why don''t you tell him yourself?"
At that moment, Harry was shaking like a leaf, overwhelmed by his fear and horror. He then
subconsciously said, "I-I found a military ID card here that was issued in 1987, and it belongs to
someone called J-Jim Hond."
Jimughed out loud on the other end of the phone. "Oh, that military ID card. I lost that about 20
years ago when I was driving the lieutenant elsewhere. I guess I can''t be more surprised to hear
that it has been found. I''ll tell you what. Just deliver the ID card to The Staff of Westwood Military
and mention my name, or you could tell the people that it''s for the Chief of Army.
Then, I''ll..."
While Jim was still talking, Harry could no longer concentrate on the rest of his sentence. Instead,
all he could hear was buzzing, as if there was a bee flying just right next to his ear. The Staff of
Westwood Military? Jim Hond? The Chief of Army? With all those thoughts flooding his mind,
Harry went weak in his knees and copsed onto the ground.
On the other hand, the others, who didn''t hear what Jim said on the phone, were bewildered when
they witnessed Harry''s reaction. "What''s wrong?"
"What happened, Mr. Pumice? Who is on the phone?"
Nevertheless, Harry was too stunned to answer their questions as Kingsley bent over and took back
his phone from Harry. Then, he spoke to Jim and said, "Alright, it''s all done. Ciaos." After that, he
hung up the call and looked at Harry. "So, I guess Jim owes you his thanks, doesn''t he, Mr.
Pumice?" Kingsley smiled and looked at Harry. "You''re about to be rewarded handsomely."
Upon noticing how Kingsley just hung up the phone so casually when talking with the Chief of Army,
Harry couldn''t stop his legs from shaking as he wetted himself in the process. As his trousers
appeared to be soaked with his own pool of urine, he stared at Kingsley in a terrified manner,
feeling as if his blood had frozen. Who is this man before me? He is surely a military big shot who
just wants to keep a low profile.
"Are you alright, Mr. Pumice?" Nicole was surprised when she saw Harry wetting himself. "Are you
unwell? If you are, you should probably go back home and have some rest. I promise I''ll send you
the video once I record this ugly thing kneeling while giving me a kowtowter. You won''t miss..."
Nheless, before thedy could finish her words, Harry sprang up from the ground and gave her
a hard p in the face. Then, he shouted in a furious manner, "Shut your mouth up! If I hear one
more wording out of your mouth, I''m going to break your neck!"
The next second, Nicole covered her cheek with a puzzled look on her face. In fact, she had a
promiscuous rtionship with Harry in exchange for more clients to be referred to her. However,
she didn''t expect that Harry, who was gentle to her in bed, would p her in front of so many
people. "Mr. Pumice..." As soon as she called out to Harry, the man swung his arm and gave her
another p in the face.
"I told you to shut up!" After two ps in the face, blood could be seen trickling from the corner of
Nicole''s lips as she felt dizzy. In the meantime, the other employees were confused by what they
saw, wondering what was wrong with Harry and why he would hit someone on his side. While the
bystanders continued to watch in surprise, Harry pathetically crawled toward Kingsley''s feet and
begged for forgiveness. "I''m so sorry, Sir. It''s all my fault. Please forgive me for my insolence." He
repeatedly apologized while groveling at Kingsley''s feet.
While there were other managers and salespeople from the other car brands among the
bystanders, they all took a deep breath at the sight of Harry.
Meanwhile, an employee from Eastwheel, another car-selling shop, was seen with a stunned
expression. "Wait, what? Am I seeing things? Is that Mr. Pumice who is kneeling and groveling at
someone?"
"I don''t believe my eyes either." At the same time, the saleswoman beside him nodded rigidly.
"Oh, gosh! Who is this young man? What has he done to scare the manager of the Mercedes-Benz
shop so much?"
"Some rich man''s son, I guess."
Upon hearing everyone else''s murmurs, Harry couldn''t help butin to himself on the inside.
Why would someone so outstanding like him drive an old Volkswagen Santana? Furthermore, why
the heck did he want to trade in his old car for a new one? How was I supposed to know he is a
military big shot with such a low profile?
Meanwhile, Kingsley coldly looked at Harry and asked, "Your employees insulted me and my friend.
So, what are you going to do about that?"