Chapter 155


    Kenzo was having a breakdown. Of all the people I can offend, I offend Mr. Howe''s boss? He froze


    up for a moment. "Wait a minute. Mr. Howe has a boss?" But the top dogs of the underworld in


    Sris are Jarett Cole and the Seven Legends. Baron is one of thetter. There''s no way he has a


    boss.


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    Baron heard his mutterings, and he kicked Kenzo again. "The f*ck are you talking about? Of course


    I have a boss! And he''s right here!"


    Kenzo''s legs turned to jelly, and he plopped down onto the ground. He stared ahead, his eyes


    glossed over, as if something had sucked the soul out of him.


    Baron turned to Kingsley. "So what do you want to do with him, boss? Why don''t we bury him


    alive?" After he buried Scarface alive, Baron realized that this was an efficient way of dealing with


    troublesome characters. Killing someone would always soil the whole ce with blood, and they


    would have to dispose of the body too. Compared to that, burying someone alive was a lot better.


    Kenzo heard that conversation. He shivered, and a stream of warm liquid flowed down his pants.


    The guy wet his pants. Baron was the king of Cleapolis'' underworld boxing, and he was infamous


    even in Diosna. Killing a person or two was nothing for him. Kenzo knew that he was not joking.


    "Please, no!" He crawled over to Baron, crying. "Don''t kill me, Mr. Howe! Please don''t kill me!"


    Baron smelled the stench of urine, and he kicked Kenzo away in disgust. "F*ck off!


    You think you can get away after you get on Mr. Nicholson''s bad side?"


    "I''m sorry, I''m sorry..." Kenzo lost all his earlier arrogance and knelt before Kingsley, banging his


    head against the ground. "I''m sorry, Mr. Nicholson. I-I''ll give the vigers their money back. Please


    have mercy on me!" He remembered what Kingsley wanted him to do, and he added, "A-And I''ll


    apologize to Miss Jeanne. I and all my boys!" Kenzo''s face was covered in tears and soil. He looked


    like a beggar who fell into a pit of mud.


    Kingsley smiled. "I never did want to kill n you.


    Kenzo was overjoyed. "Thank you, Mr. Nicholson! Thank you for sparing me!" He banged his head


    on the ground as hard as he could, as if he got a second life.


    Hisckeys knelt as well, crying and asking for mercy.


    "Have mercy on us too, Mr. Nicholson!"


    "Yeah! We were just doing what Kenzo asked us to do!"


    "I-I didn''t do anything besides robbing someone and insulting a girl..."


    Kingsley listened in silence, and he sneered. "I never did say I wanted to kill you either."


    Everyone banged their heads against the ground, thanking Kingsley for showing them mercy.


    Baron, however, was confused. Kenzo insulted the boss and took Miss Jeanne''s turf away, but he''s


    letting them go just like that? I don''t remember him being this kind. The guy shot someone back at


    William''s funeral just because they got into an argument.


    Just as Baron was wondering, Kingsley said, "I did say I''m going to grant your wish." "W-What


    wish?" Kenzo was confused.


    "You said you wanted to make easy money, didn''t you?" The air around Kingsley seemed to freeze


    for a moment. "Wish granted." He turned to Baron. "Know any gay hangout spots?"


    Baron understood what he was getting at instantly. "Sure do, boss, and you asked the right person.


    I have tons of boxers working under me, and there are a lot of challengers whoe to us every


    day." Baron snickered. "They can kill a tiger with their bare fists. Most of them refuse to sleep with


    women because they say that women are not physically strong enough to handle them. The guys


    would rather hang out in the gay bars."