Chapter 370
Chapter 370
"In your dreams!" Courtney's chest was heaving from fury, and her pajamas fluttered.
Elaine chided, "Watch your tongue, Kyle! That's going too far!"
"What? You want to step in for her?" Kyle ogled Elaine. "You're not half bad, but I don't like used goods. Still, I don't mind you sleeping with my lackeys."
Elaine paled with rage, and she gnashed her teeth. "You shouldn't have said that, Kyle!"
"Why shouldn't I?" Kyle's face fell. "You guys embarrassed me in front of everyone! Nobody's gonna blame me even if I cut his legs off and f*ck you both!"
Kingsley lost all patience at this point. He had perceived Kyle as a threat to Courtney. I'll have to destroy him right here, right now. I can't stay in Diosna forever.
He would have to return to Cleapolis after talking with The Anonymous to lead Stork and his members, who captured Team Nightcrawler, on a mission. Through his team, he would find out the culprit who bought the explosives and bombed Nicholson Family Cemetery. Kyle was a walking time bomb who might hurt Courtney eventually, so he couldn't leave until he got rid of Kyle. He clenched his fists, and murder hung in the air around him.
Kyle felt that, of course, and he looked scared. "What are you doing? You wanna fight me in front of everyone?" From NôvelDrama.Org.
Kingsley looked at the crowd and held back the urge to kill Kyle. He hissed, "Swear you'll never harass Courtney and Elaine, Kyle. I'll let you go then."
"Is that a threat?" Kyle roared. "Listen here, b*stard! Grovel to me, or I'll ruin your life! And I'll get a big group of people to f*ck these b*tches! I'll ruin their lives! They'll be nothing but sluts in this life!"
Everyone's heart skipped a beat. That's going too far, even for Kyle. It's cruel.
Kingsley nodded, his face deadpan. "Very well. I showed you mercy, and you spat on it. Now I'll make sure you can never show yourself around them."
"What do you mean?" Kyle took a step back. "I got my boys here. Touch me and they'll kill you."
"Oh, I won't be using any violence on campus." Kingsley whipped his phone out. "I'm just making a call."
"For reinforcements?" Kyle was taken aback for a moment before snorting. "Who can you call? Your loser friends? Or your roomies? I ain't scared of trash like them."
Kyle's rich friends laughed as well.
"And I thought he's so scary! What a loser!"
"Yeah! Who's he gonna call? His friends? This ain't some kiddie fight!"
"Oh, but I'd like to know who his friends are. Maybe they're losers too."
Kyle roared in laughter. "Call whoever you want! The more the better! I'll kick all your asses at once!" He could already imagine it—a bunch of losers groveling before him, begging for his forgiveness.
His sycophants guffawed as well.
"Yeah! The more the merrier! No fun groveling on your own! It's more fun seeing a bunch of losers grovel and beg for their lives."
Kyle grinned smugly. Finally. I can finally get back at that b*stard!