The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power novel Chapter 2

"H-He... He stopped it?!"

Everyone gasped involuntarily as Kingsley managed to hold a firm grip on Mickey's arm, which was as thick as an average man's thigh.

Who'd have thought this lean fellow had such impeccable strength?!

Mickey's eyes, on the other hand, were even shaking in shock, for he discovered his arm wouldn't budge from Kingsley's iron grip when he tried to yank it away.

"What's going on? What the f*ck did you do?!"

Mickey's face was crimson with humiliation and anger at this point, and in desperation, he threw his left arm toward Kingsley.

However, Kingsley was still as steady as a rock in the face of the sudden attack. He didn't even flinch!

With that, he used Mickey's right arm to clamp the flying fist to the back of the front seat. "Feel free to come at me again if you have a third arm."

Meanwhile, Mickey's arms were stacked together, stuck as though concreted in cement.

No matter how he moved, he couldn't break free from Kingsley's vice-like grip!

Very quickly, beads of sweat began dripping from his forehead.

"Who'd have thought I picked the wrong horse today? Name your game," he grumbled through gnashed teeth.

"Two options," Kingsley listed plainly. "One, I'll chuck you two out of the window like your woman suggested, or two, kneel until we reach the terminus."

Upon hearing it, Mickey looked behind and glared daggers at the woman, appearing beyond furious.

The coach was currently traveling on the highway. If Kingsley chucked them out, the man would surely be crushed to bits by the next second.

But how could he choose option two!?

"Dude, I suggest you don't burn bridges. You're also heading to Cleapolis, aren't you? I wouldn't go this far if I were you. Who knows, we might meet again!" Mickey threatened eerily with narrowed eyes.

"Then you better pray that you won't bump into me in Cleapolis," Kingsley smirked and said plainly. "I'm going to count to three. If you don't make your choice by then, I'll do it for you."

"You..."

Mickey couldn't believe this guy actually threw his own words back at him!

This was even more humiliating than being punched in the face!

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Three... Two...

Kingsley gave him no time to think, counting down like he was chanting a killing curse.

"I... I'll apologize!" Mickey hurriedly yielded, suffocating from Kingsley's intimidation. "I'm sorry. I'll find another

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"One." After Kingsley leisurely counted the final number, he remarked indifferently, "I've told you. You only have two options."

With that, he exerted a bit of force on his fingers, and Mickey's arm began visibly bending.

Crack!

A bone-chilling sound came from Mickey's forearm, and instantly, the man roared in pain, drowning the music playing in the vehicle.