I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 235

Right after saying that, Tristan glared at Seth and stormed out of the resort.

"Sir!" Seth shouted in despair, but Tristan was long gone.

Everyone thought it was a little ironic seeing him so haggard. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"He was so confident a moment ago, but now…"

"The ki—Dr. Nicholson was right. This is the professor's last forum."

The crowd fell silent, and they gave Kingsley a look. They were both shocked and horrified. A doctor? More like a clairvoyant.

Seth plopped down to the ground, his face ashen. That's it. I'm done for. Tristan won't ever help me again. No. He might even sabotage me. My future… It's all gone. He looked up at Kingsley, his gaze dripping with venom. "You ruined my life, you f*cker! I don't care who you are, but I'll drag you down even if it's the last thing I do!"

"You?" Kingsley scoffed. "You don't have the power."

"Hah. Do you think I served that old git for nothing?" Seth got up. "I've mastered the aortic valve transplant. It's the thing he's been researching. I can claw my way up anytime with that alone."

The crowd was surprised. If Seth actually knew how to do the transplant, he could work in any hospital he wanted, and with great benefits too. He might find it a bit hard without Tristan pulling the strings, but one successful surgery was all he needed to make a name for himself. Sooner or later, he would be

famous.

Seth looked at Kingsley smugly. "I don't give a rat's arse who you are, a*shole. I'll make it my life's mission to bring you down. Once I make it in life, I'll tear your life down!"

"You think you can still make it in life?" Kingsley sneered. He asked, "You touched Alice with your right hand, didn't you?"

Seth froze, and he took two steps back. "What do you want? You wanna break my hand?"

Kingsley ignored him and asked Blake, "You got any needles on you?"

"No…" Blake shook his head regretfully and cursed himself. Darn it! That was a good chance to get closer to Dr. Nicholson, and I blew it.

Alice smiled and took out a small box of sewing supplies from the luggage. She handed it to Kingsley. "Will this work?"

"Um, I guess." Kingsley was surprised, but he took the sewing supplies anyway.

"I was wondering why you packed two big luggage. Sewing supplies? You brought everything."

Kingsley was nonchalant, while Seth was perplexed. "Heh, and I thought you were gonna come up with something amazing." He looked at Kingsley's needle and snorted. "What are you gonna do? Poke me?" He scoffed. "A needle can't hurt me."

The crowd started whispering among themselves. "What's he doing? Is he gonna prick Seth or something?"

"I mean, the juggernauts worship him. He probably knows some acupuncture or something."

"Acupuncture? Is that a joke? I'm not saying anything, but acupuncture is scammy as heck. Only idiots fall for that."

"Keep it down! I don't want Mr. Hemsworth to hear that!"

Everyone was engaging in hushed discussions, while Seth crossed his arms. "You have one chance, a*shole. Either you kill me today, or I'll eventually make your life a living hell!"

At the same time he said that, a silver flash shot out from Kingsley's fingertip. It arced across the air, and all the crowd saw was a blur. They had no idea what just zipped past them.

Seth froze up for a moment, then he scoffed. "What the heck? Was that supposed to be a magic trick? Not impressed."

Kingsley pointed at Seth's wrist. "You might wanna look at your right hand before you say that."