Peter thought his chest felt so excruciatingly painful that it might explode any second.
Meanwhile, the crowd gasped when they saw how badly Peter was injured.
They assumed this loser had a death wish for daring to lay a finger on someone from the Lawson family.
Peter’s face was ashen, and he held his chest while cursing through gnashed teeth, “How dare you kick me… you b*stard… You’re dead meat…”
Meanwhile, Caleb had been reeling for a long time before he finally came around. He then dashed toward Peter, squatting down as he asked, “Peter, are you alright?!”
Peter coughed painfully. “F*ck, how is that b*stard so strong…”
“It’s precisely because he can fight and strikes hard that I asked for your help!” Caleb fretted. “Haven’t you contacted Mr. Birch?! Why hasn’t he shown up?!”
“He’ll be here soon…” Peter hissed through gnashed teeth. “When he comes, I want this b*stard dead!”
Just then, a black Hummer pulled over, and a man in a black shirt who appeared to be around thirty-five years old came out of the vehicle. He was holding a hand fan with the word ‘Reaper’ written on it.
The man was none other than Ashton Birch, Solaris Province’s notorious underworld lord.
Along with the Seven Legends, he was the underworld’s most powerful existence, second only to Boss Jarett.
When he saw the crowd in front, he went over with a frown.
After pushing the spectators away, he instantly found Peter on the ground.
“Peter! What happened to you?!”
Peter had asked him to come and stick up for Young Master Caleb, but who’d have thought this was the first thing he saw after arriving?!
A glimmer of light flashed across Peter when he saw that Ashton had arrived.
With that, he struggled to sit up, but the pain was so unbearable that he grimaced and winced. “Ashton, you’re finally here!”
“What happened, Peter? Who did this to you?”
Ashton had always been an affiliate of the Lawsons.
The Lawsons provided him financial support, and in turn, he settled their nuisance for them.
Lately, he heard the Lawsons had associated themselves with Coliree Group. Thus, he became even more responsive to the family.
Peter pointed to Kingsley, saying, “It was him! He booted me!”
Following that, blood trickled down the corner of his lips, and he began gasping for air.
With that, Ashton stood straight up and looked toward Kingsley viciously. “Are you the b*stard who hurt my brother over here?!”
When the crowd heard the name ‘Ashton Birch’, they hurriedly stepped back.
He was one of Solaris Province’s notorious underworld lords, and his lackeys were all cold-blooded lawbreakers! No one would dare to mess with him.
However, Kingsley couldn’t care less if he was a lord of the underworld or the king of an empire, for he would have to cower before Ares, the God of War!
Meanwhile, Caleb turned to Ashton and affirmed, “Yes! It’s him! Mr. Birch, he’s the one who wreaked havoc during my father’s birthday banquet and even injured Peter! You have to show him who’s the boss!”
In response, Ashton narrowed his eyes and snarled, “Don’t you know that there are some people you can’t afford to mess with?!”
“Well, it just so happens that I’ve never met anyone I can’t afford to.” Kingsley stood with his hands behind his back, looking collected. “If you don’t want to end up like Lawson, I suggest you mind your own business.”
The crowd was rendered dumbfounded!
Is this dude mad, dumb, or both?! How dare he talk to Ashton like that?! He has a death wish, doesn’t he?!
“Hahaha!” Ashton was so livid that he actually burst into laughter. “You think you’ve got f*cking balls, eh? First, you injure Peter, and now you’re threatening me?”
“Anything wrong with that?” Kingsley smirked. “I’ll have you know that there are some people you can’t afford to mess with—for instance, someone like me!”
“You f*cking son of a b*tch!” Ashton thundered as he flipped his paper fan around, revealing the words ‘World Peace’.
Horror laced the crowd’s eyes upon seeing the words, for the Reaper’s idea of ‘world peace’ meant zero mercy and pardon.
With that, the crowd looked at Kingsley as though he was a man on the verge of this death.
Instead of feeling bad for the man, they abhorred him for fear that they would be dragged into it as well.
Lo and behold, Kingsley sneered disdainfully and said, “Decent handwriting. I wouldn’t call it a work of art, though.”
“You!” Ashton was livid with anger, for no one had ever dared disregard his supremacy before this.
“I have hundreds of mobsters in my command. As soon as I give the word, there will be nothing of you left!” While speaking, he pulled his phone out to call his men over.
“Mobsters?” Kingsley quirked a brow while pulling the Northern Draken Tag out of his pocket, saying plainly, “I happened to have just gotten a treasure. I heard it’s specifically used to govern mobsters like you.”
Ashton looked up reflexively and happened to land his gaze on the Northern Draken Tag, causing his hand to jerk and the phone to drop to the ground.
“T-The Northern Draken Tag?!” He was so shaken that even his pupils trembled. “H-How d-did you g-get the Northern Draken Tag?!”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out! I’ll only ask you once—do you adhere to this tag?!”
