The Established Siblings Of The Pack

Chapter 509

chapter 509 Take It This Far

"Yes, Boss Nicholson!"

Kenny and his five subordinates had long since been clenching their fists to the point they were on the verge of exploding.

As soon as they heard Kingsley's order, they charged ahead with their arms raised.

The air grew tense in that instant.

"You overestimate yourselves!" Wyatt's expression was glum as he suddenly waved a hand. "Get them, boys! Let's teach these trashes a lesson!"

Wyatt's subordinates also cracked their knuckles before they rushed toward Kenny with ferocious looks on their faces.

However, they had barely taken a step when they abruptly stopped in their tracks.

These thugs with their arrogance written all over their faces turned ashen as they froze right where they were standing.

A few of them didn't manage to stop in time, ultimately crashing into the backs of the people in front of them.

Other than a beer bottle that fell to the floor and spun once when someone accidentally kicked it, the crowded bar had turned dead silent in an instant.

Kenny and his five subordinates were each holding a gun.

The sight of six black muzzles shook everyone to their core.

Clive, however, was unaware of what was going on behind him as he was now facing Kingsley.

He was still getting hiccups from the alcohol he had and was making a racket. "Hick! Do it? You think my boys are weak—"

He slowly turned around mid-sentence.

"Wha—" When he saw what was happening, he rubbed his eyes hard and muttered to himself, "W- What is going on? Are my eyes deceiving me?"

At that point, everyone else came back to their senses.

They were so shocked and frightened they only stood there without moving a muscle.

"Oh, my goodness… They're using guns? This will definitely cause a scene if they start shooting!"

"Exactly! And they have six guns! What exactly does that Nicholson guy do for a living?!"

"S-Should we call the cops?! This isn't a joke!"

The people around immediately scolded the person who suggested calling the police.

"Even if they have guns, they are only using them to help those girls!"

"Yeah, man! You didn't even dare stand up to them earlier, and now you're going to hold the good guys back?"

Those who were going to call the police promptly kept their phones when they heard this.

Even they hadn't liked that crazed Clive for the longest time.

Clive gulped with difficulty as he stared at the six black weapons. "Do you folks from Cleapolis' underworld usually take it this far?" From NôvelDrama.Org.

Kingsley only cast a cold glance at him. "If memory serves me right, you wanted to 'remove' my leg, didn't you?"

"I—" Clive sobered up a great deal in that instant. His voice was shaking when he replied, "I-It was a joke…"

He was the high and mighty young master of the Arison Family back when he was in the capital.

As someone who spent most of his time leading a life of dissipation with other young masters, he had never dealt with people from the underworld.

He couldn't help being dumbstruck now that his opponents had pulled out guns without saying a word.

Forcing an ugly smile, he mentioned, "This is between you folks from the underworld. I-It's got nothing to do with me…"

The blood drained from Wyatt's face when he heard Clive's words and he hissed through his teeth, "Arison, you piece of sh*t! What do you mean by it's between us people from the underworld? I wouldn't have come and handled this rubbish if you hadn't picked a fight and made a mess here in the first place!"

Clive's face fell and he stole a glance at Kingsley as he mumbled, "H-He was the one who started glaring at me, and I had one too many. That's how the conflict started… It wasn't even my intention to provoke him… Also, it's not like I did anything… I only wanted to have some fun with the ladies, and I was going to pay them for it!"

Kingsley's gaze had a cold glint when he narrowed his eyes. "So, you're saying that you can play with them as long as you give them money?"