I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 291

"Well—things have changed." Scarlett sneered. "This is the price you pay for acting tough!"

Likewise, Kingsley also sneered. "No problem." After that, he pointed at the backpack on the wooden chair beside him with his chin and said calmly, "There! The money is in that bag. Go and get it."

In an instant, her eyes brightened. Crooking her finger, she ordered, "Zwander! Go and get the money!"

As soon as she gave her order, Zwander swiftly walked up to the chair. He grabbed the backpack strap and opened the zipper.

At the next moment, he carried the backpack upside down and shook it, letting everything drop out of the bag. "Red, I don't think there's a wallet or anything valuable in here."

With that, he squatted down. After throwing a few short sleeves shirts aside, he scolded, "Just a few f*cking clothes, a power bank, and a phone—" Zwander gradually paused as he flipped through the items that dropped out of the bag.

"Search carefully again! Check if there's a wallet in the interlayer!"

After she finished speaking, Scarlett looked at Kingsley with a sullen face. "Kid, you're dead if you dare to play tricks with us!"

Zwander picked up the backpack upon hearing Scarlett's words and unzipped the zipper of the interlayer. Instantly, he shouted with great joy, "Red, you guessed it right! There's a small bag inside!"

Taking out a small black leather bag from the interlayer of the backpack, he said excitedly, "Damn! It's pretty heavy!"

"Open up and check what's inside! Is it some kind of jewelry or gemstones?"

As soon as these words escaped Scarlett's lips, everyone's gazes were fixated on the black leather bag in Zwander's hands. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

There was a hidden rule behind their gangster inn's operation here. They wouldn't be in operation for three years. However, they would try to fish the three years' worth of profit once they opened for business.

Without a doubt, it was impossible to support such a large group of people with the room rate alone.

Hence, they could only make some money through coming up with ideas like badger games and extortions.

Fortunately, those who would check into their inn were quite wealthy.

Normally, Scarlett and the others would demand for tens of thousands in order not to make themselves look bad. In almost all cases, many would rather pay up than choose death.

Once they had paid, the most they would do was secretly lament their bad luck.

Moreover, some people even directly visited and checked into their inn simply because of Scarlett. They would spend 100,000 or 200,000 just to have a taste of the woman who once belonged to Xanxus.

As for Scarlett, there were two reasons why she came to knock on Kingsley's door today. First off, it was because they haven't opened for business for more than two months. Hence, they would still carry out their sinister plot even if the person didn't look wealthy enough. Secondly, she really thought Kingsley was a very handsome young man and was completely different from the greasy middle-aged men she usually attended to.

However, she changed her mind after constantly getting rejected by Kingsley. She no longer intended to have a taste of him. In her heart, she kept thinking that the most significant thing that she needed to do was to get her hands on the money first.

Therefore, her eyes couldn't help but light up when she saw the superb style and materials of the black leather bag that Zwander was holding at this moment.

Deep down, she thought to herself, Perhaps this kid is really a low-key rich kid. There might even be some sort of spiritual protective gemstone hidden in the bag!

Just when Scarlett and the others looked at the leather bag with their eyes full of greed, the face of Zwander, who was holding the leather bag, changed drastically.

As he looked at the item in the leather bag, his lips trembled greatly like they had touched the electric door. In fact, he trembled so much to the point that his phantom almost showed up.

"Zwander, what's wrong?" a brawny man wondered. "What kind of treasure is in it? Take it out and show it to us!"

Similarly, another younger looking brawny man also urged, "That's right, Zwander! Why are you looking

so excited? Could it be that there's a rare treasure inside?"

Rolling her eyes, Scarlett took a step forward and snatched the bag. Sounding impatient, she said, "I ought to see what it is that scares you so much until you're in a state like you'd seen a ghost—"

As she spoke, she looked down at the contents of the bag.

Immediately afterward, her voice gradually decreased.

"T-This is—"

Scarlett found herself couldn't finish her sentence as she stared blankly at the jet-black handgun in the bag. In an instant, her face turned as pale as a white sheet.

In contrast with the shocking look on their faces, Kingsley replied calmly, "This is a Glock G29. I guess you should be able to sell it for more than 100,000 on the black market."

"G-Glock?" Several brawny men looked at each other. "Handgun—is this a real handgun?"

In a fit of panic, Scarlett's entire person trembled even more. Shivering in fear, she handed the gun to Zwander. "Check if t-this is a real gun."