Chapter 822 A Fight to The Death?!


    The members of the ck Fist Gang were well aware of Jake''s incredible fighting prowess. Since


    he had agreed to do anything for Kingsley, his usefulness far surpassed that of Wendell.


    A regr person would never give up on a promise from a powerful individual for the sake of a


    street thug.


    Just when the ck Fist Gang believed there was no hope of avenging Wendell, Kingsley suddenly


    revealed a warm smile.


    "Your offer is indeed tempting, but Wendell is my friend! Those who harm my friends will not be


    forgiven!" Despite the smile on his face, his voice was filled with animosity.


    Will not be forgiven! These four words were like sharp des, slicing through thest shreds of


    hope Jake had left.


    The members of the ck Fist Gang were deeply moved by this disy of loyalty. They hadn''t


    expected Kingsley to refuse the offer of a Delta-level master in order to seek justice for Wendell.


    Even Baron couldn''t help but feel ashamed of his earlier suspicions about Kingsley coveting his


    underling.


    How could such a righteous person betray his brothers-in-arm?!


    Little did they know that Jake, despite his power, was just mediocre in Kingsley''s eyes. Kingsley


    commanded all the soldiers of the twelve military districts of the Empire of Qustia. Jake was just a


    minor yer in his view.


    "Mr. Nicholson…" Jake wanted to make onest effort to plead, but Kingsley waved his hand


    dismissively. "Enough, I don''t have much time. I can''t waste it listening to your nonsense."


    With that, he raised his chin, signaling to Baron. "Go ahead, cut off Bronte Stewart''s two hands."


    "Yes, Boss Nicholson!" Baron immediately directed his men to prepare to take action.


    The members of the ck Fist Gang had been thirsty for blood for a while. Now that they could


    finally avenge Wendell, they all rushed forward, muscles bulging.


    "You… How dare you!" Bronte, like a cornered lion, waspletely enraged. He assumed a fighting


    stance, ready for ast-ditch effort, willing to fight these ck Fist Gang members to the death.


    "Bronte Stewart!" Baron roared. "You dare make another move?!"


    If Bronte really resisted with all his might, even dozens of ck Fist Gang members together


    wouldn''t be able to hold him down.


    "Hahaha! Come on,e at me!" Bronte ripped off the bandage on his wrist, his voice filled with


    madness. "Come! I''ll f*cking kill every single one of you who darese at me! If I''m destined to


    die today, I''m taking two of you with me!"


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    But as his words fell…


    Bang!


    A gunshot rang out suddenly.


    A bullet shot from the gun in Kingsley''s hand, as if it had eyes, pierced through Bronte Stewart''s left


    palm.


    Bronte''s right wrist was already fractured. Now, even his left hand was shot through by a bullet.


    Even with all his martial arts skills, he could only utilize a fraction of his abilities.


    "Brothers! He can''t fight back anymore! Attack!" Baron shouted loudly and led the charge.


    "Charge!"


    In an instant, all the members of the ck Fist Gang, driven by a surge of energy, pounced on


    Bronte almost like a pack of vicious dogs swarming their prey, burying him in a sea of bodies.


    "Ah! Help!"


    "Grandpa! Mr. Adrian!"


    Being brutally assaulted by the crowd, Bronte let out screams that sent shivers down people''s


    spines.


    Meanwhile, Adrian, after witnessing Kingsley''s marksmanship, became even more convinced of


    Kingsley''s extraordinary identity. He watched helplessly as Bronte was beaten by the ck Fist


    Gang members, not daring to say a word.


    Jake''s eyes were bloodshot with fury.


    What use was a lifetime of martial arts practice? His grandson was brutally attacked right before


    him, and he was powerless to do anything!


    Amidst Bronte''s agonizing screams, Kingsley looked coldly at Jake.


    "In a moment, I will send you to the Sheffields. I won''t need to resort to any coercive methods,


    right?"


    "Coercive methods?" Jake suppressed his grief and spoke in a deep voice. "If I''m not mistaken, you


    could have defeated me on the stage just now. Since I''m no match for you, why would you need to


    use any coercive methods?"


    Kingsley quirked a brow in response. "Oh? Why do you believe I can defeat you?"