Chapter 205
Karl sensed the gaze and looked up. Seeing Kingsley, he paused for a moment, then let out a cold sneer. He took a deep drag of his cigar and blew smoke rings as he spoke in German: “You’ve got nerve coming here to die-apparently, the last warning was too mild p>
Kingsley leaned back in his chair, his posture lazy yet oppressive. He replied in fluent German, “I’m here to collect you p>
“This is Switzerland, not your turf!” Karl laughed, his eyes full of disdain.
Kingsley smirked slightly, wasting no more words. Xavier immediately slammed a briefcase full of chips onto the table.
Karl glanced at the chips, his tone contemptuous. “At the gambling table, you’re no match for me p>
“We’ll see,” Kingsley said flatly, his voice hiding an undeniable dominance.
The surrounding gamblers, sensing the tension thick enough to cut with a knife, wisely backed away to avoid collateral damage.
Suddenly, Xavier stepped forward and swept the chips back off the table. In the next second, Kingsley raised his hand, a black pistol already gripped in his palm. The muzzle slowly aimed at Karl’s head, his voice as cold as ice. “You damaged my arm. Tell me, should I blow your head off to call it even p>
Karl’s two bodyguards behind him reached for the weapons at their waists, but Kingsley’s men subdued them instantly-pinning their arms behind their backs and forcing them to the ground before they could react.
“You dare touch me?!” Karl was both shocked and furious. He struggled to stand, but a tremor in his voice betrayed him. “Touch me and you won’t leave Switzerland alive p>
“Is that so?” Kingsley chuckled low, his eyes devoid of warmth, radiating a menacing aura. “Unfortunately, I never planned on leaving p>
Before the words settled, ignoring
the heavy gauze on his left arm, he cocked the gun-a sharp click that sounded deafening in the silent ng in the casing The cold barrel pressed against the back of Karl’s hand, which was splayed on the table.
Without hesitation, Kingsley pulled the trigger. The gunshot exploded in the room!
“Argh!” Karl unleashed a gut-wrenching scream, cold sweat rolling down his forehead. But before he could recover, Kingsley shifted the aim and fired a clean shot into Karl’s arm.
The agony nearly caused Karl to black out. Trembling violently, he used his last ounce of strength to scream in German, “Asshole p>
Kingsley leaned in close, his gaze like the Reaper, staring him down His tone was like Satan ascending from hell: “Remember this. Next time make sure you don’t see tomorrow’s sun.
As Kingsley handed the smoking gun to Xavier, he caught a glimpse of movement on the second floor out of the corner of his eye. A pair of cold eyes was looking down at him, The person had a faint, chilling smile on their lips. Noticing his gaze, they turned and disappeared without looking back.
Kingsley withdrew his gaze, glanced at Karl who was still writhing and screaming on
the table, and lifted his chin to signal his men to release him.
Then, Kingsley walked straight toward the second floor, his stride unbroken.
Peter followed quickly, confused. “Aren’t you leaving? What are you doing on the second floor p>
“None of your business p>
Kingsley’s voice dropped, laced with a subtle frustration—she had seen that bloody
scene.