Chapter 153


    House number forty-seven was where Yvonne was living. Kingsley nned on settling Yvonne''s


    trouble before finding that Sweoya spy.


    "Yes, boss," Baron answered. "It''s quite near from where we''re at. We''ll be there in five."


    Kingsley hung up and tossed Kenzo out like he was trash. The man wobbled forward like a drunken


    man and fell forward to the ground. "Holy sh*t!" Kenzo scrambled to get back up, wincing. His whole


    body felt like it had been crushed. There were so many ces he wanted to rub, but he only had


    two hands.


    Some of the smarterckeys went up to him and pretended to be concerned. "Are you alright,


    Kenzo?"


    "You f*ckwits! You didn''t help me when he got me! It''s toote for concerns!" Kenzo kicked his


    lackeys. "Trash! All of you!"


    Theckeys shut up and stood behind him in a docile manner. If they said one more word, Kenzo


    could kill them. Kenzo rubbed his sore shoulders and red at Kingsley. "You got some moves, kid,


    but I got numbers on my side. We can kick the sh*t out of you."


    Kingsley smiled. "I''d like to see you try. It might not turn out as you think it would."


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    Kingsley might be smiling, but the murder in his voice was unmistakable. Kenzo froze up from the


    intensity alone, and he took a step back instinctively. "We took over this ce, so we deserve the


    rent." He licked his lips. "And we already told the chief about this. Everyone just has to give us three


    hundred dors a month. If you help them out, I''ll stay away from them."


    Yvonne teared up at the mention of rent, and she clenched her fists tightly. "My brother worked


    really hard for the money.


    I won''t give even a single cent to you! If you want the money, you''ll have to kill me!"


    Kenzo looked at Yvonne. "Well, aren''t you cute? I won''t kill someone as adorable as you are, girl."


    Kenzo leered at her. "Why don''t youe with us to Crimson Hall? Sleep with us for a night and


    we''ll never take rent from you. How does that sound?"


    "In your dreams!" Yvonne bit her lip so hard, it almost drew blood. She would not stand for that kind


    of insult.


    "Don''t say no just yet, girl." Kenzo took a step forward. "Listen to me. Work at Crimson Hall, and I


    guarantee you can make three to five thousand a month. The customers love girls your age. It''s so


    much easier than getting into college and working your way up thedder. I''m doing this for your


    own good."


    He was going to take Yvonne by force, and the girl hid behind Kingsley. Fearfully, she said, "Save


    me, mister!"


    Because Kingsley stood in front of Yvonne, Kenzo pulled his hand back. Heughed drily. "I''m doing


    this for her own good. She can never find sess living in this dingy hut. I''m just showing her a way


    to get rich."


    "Really?" Kingsley squinted. "Why don''t you do it then?"


    "I''m not a girl." Kenzo pouted. "I would have done the same thing if I were. Hey, it''s easy n


    money.


    Kingsley sneered. ”So you want easy


    money? Wish granted." "W-What do you mean?"


    Kenzo heard screeches of tires screaming behind him and sounds of someone opening a van’s


    door. It was none other than Baron and his men. Kenzo swiveled around, and when he saw the two


    dozen burly mening out of the vans, he froze up. "W-What the hell is going on? Who are you


    guys?