The Established Siblings Of The Pack

Chapter 332

"What? He's Xanxus?" Leoric and his lackeys took a few steps back in fear and disbelief. They knew full well who Xanxus was, but since they were in different cities, and Xanxus was high up on the hierarchy, these people had never seen him before. The fact that Xanxus was a gloomy man made Leoric sigh. "So he's the King of South Nakson. Doesn't look any different from the guys I've seen. And I thought he'd be a god."

The veins on Frederick's forehead popped, and his chest heaved. He roared, "What the f*ck did you just say about Mr. Xanxus? Imma skin you alive!"

Frederick' fury scared Leoric, and he took a little step back instinctively. It was a subtle step, but Xanxus noticed it.

He scoffed at Leoric and asked coldly, "And where do you come from, punk? You think you can f*ck around on my turf?"

Xanxus' infamy scared Leoric, and the guy was already sweating. "Um…" He gulped and glanced at Kingsley.

Kingsley said calmly, "Just say whatever you want. He's gonna die very soon." Xanxus might be scary, but Kingsley was even more powerful. Xanxus was looking infuriated, but he couldn't do anything.

Leoric felt a lot more confident now. "Hey, you sent Kenzo to take my turf. Why are you asking me the questions?"

Xanxus froze for a moment before hissing, "You work for Victoria?"

Frederick roared, "F*ck! So you're the guy who did my bro in!"

He had sent Kenzo and some lackeys to Cleapolis and started a gang war over some turf on Xanxus' orders. They were planning on using the village as a stepping stone to infiltrate Cleapolis' underworld. To their dismay, Kenzo never returned. They had no idea what happened to him and his crew. Frederick then sent a few more people to look into this, but he got no news. He was furious when he found out Leoric was behind Kenzo's disappearance. He clenched his fists, growling, "Kenzo's my lackey and brother. What the f*ck did you do to him?"

"Oh, I didn't do anything." Leoric shrugged. "Mr. Howe took them to a gay bar. They're working there now. Oh, and illegal boxers love that bar. They're probably dead or worse at this point."

"A gay bar for illegal boxers?" Frederick blanched, and he felt a sting from his butt for some reason.

Xanxus froze up. "Howe? Baron Howe? He's not friends with Victoria, so why did he—" He looked straight at Kingsley. "I-It's you! You told him to do that!"

He has the tag, so of course he can order Baron around. "Oh, I see. You're here to get back at me for Victoria!" He pointed at Kingsley. "You want revenge!" Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

"No. I'm here for someone else, and I'm not on a path of revenge." Kingsley shook his head. "But it doesn't matter. Soon, Victoria will own your turf anyway."

Xanxus' face fell. "What the f*ck did you say? You think you can take over my whole turf just like that?"

"I think you're overestimating him, boss," Frederick sneered. "He only scammed us out of the casino with petty tricks. There's no way he can take your turf."

Xanxus scoffed. "You're right. He doesn't have the power." He picked the tag up and fiddled with it, then said sarcastically, "It's a scary tag, but you're in South Nakson. Do you think you can scare me on my own turf? I'm not a coward like that Baron! Nobody can scare me on my own turf!"

Frederick quickly brown-nosed him. "That's right! Mr. Norton is the King of South Nakson! You think you can win just because you got a bunch of trash fighters with you? What a joke!