The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power novel Chapter 70

Kingsley's icy voice reached Stephen's ears, causing goosebumps all over his body. Cold sweat broke out from Stephen's forehead as he slowly raised his hands and said in horror, "I won't move... I won't move..."

Those men of his who had just rushed to Leroy's side all stopped before they could start. They were just a bunch of street thugs, so when they saw real guns, they were scared stiff.

"M-Mister, you said earlier that you are also one of us. We’re all family, right? This will just harm both sides." Stephen raised his arms and didn't dare to move at all, for fear that he would lose his life if he accidentally made a move.

"Who the hell is your family?" Kingsley's voice was cold. "You’re not worth it!"

Hearing this, Stephen was so frightened that his eyes lost focus. "Could it be... Are you from the police station?"

In his heart, there could only be two kinds of people who had guns in their hands— bigwigs in life or the police.

"O-Officer, Young Master Lawson and the captain of the police station are good buddies. Y-You must not shoot... Let’s discuss this in a good way..."

Stephen was about to collapse from fright as his voice trembled like a sheep’s.

Kingsley pointed at his head with the gun. "Weren’t you a big guy just now? Come on! Finish what you started!"

"No, no, no... I won't dare to do so..." Stephen's face was utterly bloodless by now.

'O-Officer, you call the shots here!"

At this time, a young man with yellow hair next to him said, "Mr. Cooley, I go to the police station almost once or twice every week. I'm familiar with the people there, but I've never seen this person before."

"Yeah, I've never seen this person before too," someone echoed.

"And there is absolutely no such bigwig in Solaris."

The yellow hair frowned and added, "Is this gun fake?"

It dawned on everyone when he said this, and Stephen's expression stiffened.

Guns are not something that anyone can own casually. I can’t possibly be so unlucky that I actually met a man who is neither a policeman nor a big shot but has a real gun in his hand, right? This probability is even lower than winning the lottery.

"Boy. If you dare to frighten me with a toy gun, believe it or not, I will really kill you today." Stephen was ruthless in his words, but his body did not move.

"Toy gun?" Kingsley raised the corner of his mouth.

"If you are not afraid of death, you can try It."

The yellow-haired man next to him was eager to make a name for himself, so he shouted loudly, "Let’s try it!"

While speaking, he suddenly rushed toward Kingsley.

At once, the muzzle moved slightly, and a bang was heard.

Bang!

As the gunshot rang in the air, an appalling red dot appeared between the yellowhaired man’s eyebrows in the next second. It was one gunshot right between the eyebrows.

Everyone present was terrified. Staring blankly at the man’s corpse, they almost forgot to breathe.

Stephen was so frightened that he peed himself. If it weren’t for his hands on the table, he would have collapsed to the ground long ago. Feeling fearful, he secretly scolded in his heart that the man really deserved to die.

I almost got myself killed because of him.

Kingsley put the warm muzzle on Stephen's temple again and said lightly, "Do you want to try it too?"

"No, no, I don't want to..." Stephen's legs trembled wildly.

"M-Mister, this rule about the tripled price on the contract price was truly set by Young Master Peter. It's honestly none of my business. I'm just a part-time worker..."

"Call Peter and have him come over." Kingsley's voice was icy. "Looks like he has to eat his own sh*t now."

Stephen didn't understand what Kingsley meant, but he hurriedly called Peter.

"Y-Young Master Lawson, I'm Stephen. There is something wrong with the Nicholson Family Cemetery..."

Before he finished speaking, Peter said impatiently, "Is it because the other party refuses to change the contract price? Just beat them up. Don't let them get away with it."