The Established Siblings Of The Pack

Chapter 511

Chapter 511 Sincerity in Making Friends

Crack!

Accompanied by the squirm-inducing sound of bone cracking was Clive's sudden painful howl that sounded like a slaughtered pig.

"Argh! Help me! Please, help me! It hurts! Send me to the hospital! I want to go to Hill Crest Hospital! Help!"

Kingsley's face remained impassive despite Clive's increasingly miserable cries.

He only turned to Cedric and Emmett and asked, "Do you believe that I'm from the underworld now?"

A relieved smile appeared on Cedric's face and he replied, "I believe you, Boss Nicholson. Haha! I didn't expect you to have some influence in the underworld!"

Kingsley smiled in return. "Our cooperation is not limited to just one business deal. I can help you handle anything you need help with in Cleapolis from now on, Mr. Field."

"Hahaha! To tell you the truth, we are indeed foreigners and we are unfamiliar with this part of Cleapolis!" Cedric confessed. "We will need a lot of your help, Boss Nicholson!"

"Of course." Kingsley's smile was faint as he continued, "I believe that we will become friends after our collaboration this time."

Cedric's eyes shone when he heard those words. "I absolutely need a friend like you!" he cheered before starting to butter Kingsley up. "Boss Nicholson, your men are tough and all, but their toys are way too old! I've got some new bad boys I can sell to you at half the price. Consider it a token of my sincerity for being your friend!"

Kingsley's eyes widened for a short moment.

The pistols he gave to Kenny and the others were all old models that he especially got, in case the two spies from the Empire of the Setting Sun grew suspicious at the sight of the weapons.

His heart skipped a beat when Cedric mentioned wanting to sell him new ones.

It seems that these Sweoyans have weapons like guns and the like on top of possessing a large number of explosives. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

The problem is… How did they have these items shipped to Qustia?

Or could they have bought these weapons in Qustia itself?!

At the thought of this, Kingsley smiled and went along with it. "That's great! With your weapons, Mr. Field, I might be able to unify Solaris Province's underworld! Haha!"

He was planning to get a batch of pistols first.

All of the guns owned by Cleapolis' military had a fixed number. He could rest assured as long as the weapons from the Sweoya spies were not leaked from the military.

At the same time, Clive's pained cries hadn't stopped once throughout the entire conversation.

Everyone around them had long been frozen from the shock.

This was the first time they had seen someone being crippled in public.

As Clive's gut-wrenching wails gradually weakened, Wyatt's men also began to disperse.

Seeing this, Kenny reported to Kingsley, "Boss Nicholson, that b*stard's right leg has been destroyed. There is probably no saving it even if he is sent to the hospital now."

"Got it." Kingsley nodded and slowly stood up. "Advisor Shane, I'll have to trouble you with sending those ladies back home. The problem has been settled."

After saying that, he turned to Cedric. "With all that has happened, today's not the best day to talk about business. How about we meet at a quiet place to have a nice chat tomorrow?"

"Alright! We will do as you say, Boss Nicholson." Cedric also got on his feet. "I'll contact you tomorrow, then."

"Sure. Same rule—you pick the time and location." Kingsley had a half-smile hanging on his lips as he murmured, "I hope you don't choose another place like this, Mr. Field."

Cedric chortled at that. "Now that I've made sure you are a friend, we hope you keep us safe in the future. Please trust that we are sincere!"

"I'll see you tomorrow then, Mr. Field."

After they agreed to meet again tomorrow, Cedric and Emmett proceeded to leave.

Kingsley then got in front of Wyatt and muttered, "Wyatt, was it? We will probably see each other again soon. I hope you remember how I spared your life today."