I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 351

Just when everyone in the Jeanne Gang turned out in preparation to set off for Sunshine Casino, Kingsley came near Solaris University, wanting to find The Anonymous, the hacker organization hiding in the university, in order to speed up the extermination of the spies.

There was a busy pedestrian street across from Solaris University where one would find everything they expected: shopping malls, hotels, playgrounds, inns, internet cafes, and coffee shops. Driven by the strong spending power of the university students, the businesses along the commercial streets were flourishing, especially those inns, almost all of which were full.

Kingsley entered three inns in a row before finally getting himself a windowless room. He checked into the room and was just about to rest for a moment, but some indescribable sounds suddenly came from the room next door. It wasn't that he was happy to eavesdrop on someone else having sex, but the inn had terrible soundproofing. And besides, the female college student was so youthful and unrestrained that she did nothing to lower her voice. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Soon after that, he began to hear strange sounds coming intermittently from the rooms around him, as though these rooms had been infected by the sounds made by the female college student. Feeling incredibly uneasy and embarrassed, he took a glance at his watch. It was just past 7:00PM, and it wasn't dark outside yet. He couldn't help but let out an inward sigh. These undergraduates really have a lot of energy, don't they…

After briefly unpacking his luggage, he opened the door and left his room, deciding to get something to eat at a restaurant nearby before visiting Courtney. He had wanted to see her tomorrow, but he could hardly sit still after hearing those indescribable sounds. He feared that she might've had her cherry popped by some bad guy like those female college students…

As darkness fell, the evening lights were lit, illuminating the bustling commercial street in various colors.

Kingsley sensed the youthful vibes emanating from countless fresh and exuberant faces as they came and went past him. Since leaving the orphanage at 12 years old, he had undergone training on Coliree Island, killing enemies on numerous battlefields. Over the past ten years, he had built one line of defense after another with his own flesh and blood to protect Qustian borders. Charging head-on against hails of bullets, he saved every compatriot and fellow citizen in need of rescue with great passion. While numerous college students were studying, hanging out, or even idling away their time comfortably, he was leading the Qustian soldiers forward with the heavy burden of responsibility on his shoulders.

He had never experienced life in college. Over the years, he had always been accompanied by nothing but weapons, gunfires, and partings in life or death. Now that he was incidentally enjoying the after- school life of ordinary youngsters today, he suddenly felt a sense of indescribable joy and happiness. His lips curved into a faint smile as he looked at the young and carefree faces of the students coming and going past him. Perhaps this is what we've undergone training, fought, shed blood, and sacrificed ourselves for…

He had only wanted to grab a bite to eat at first, but now that he was in a cheery mood, he decided to satisfy his hunger at a somewhat fancier restaurant. After reaching the entrance to a restaurant with fine decor, he strode inside.

A waiter in uniform came up to him. "Good evening, sir. How many people are there in your party?"

"I'm alone."

"This way, please." The waiter led him to a corner. Then, he continued, "Today's a weekend, so our private rooms are all fully booked. It may take some time for the food and drinks to be served, so please make allowances for this."

"It's okay. I'm not in a rush," Kingsley said before ordering several dishes on the menu. Then, he said to the waiter, "That's all for now."

"Okay. Please wait a moment, mister."

The waiter took the menu, but just as he was about to leave, a group of young men and women came to the empty table next to Kingsley's. They were led by a young man. Despite being only about 20 years old, he feigned maturity by dressing in high-end formal wear. He was wearing a pair of gold- rimmed glasses, which couldn't conceal his bloodshot eyes. He came over and grabbed the waiter, saying, "Are your private rooms really fully booked? There are so many of us, so we don't wanna sit in the hall!"