I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 86

It... It was him!

Trevis shuddered and he pressed his voice down low, saying, "Dad, it's this kid! It was him who killed William!"

"Mr. Jacob, I'm here to send Young Master William off!"

With a thunderous exclamation, Kingsley entered the hall!

Felix's eyelids twitched as he looked at the well-defined face in front of him. All a sudden, there was a huge wave setting off in his mind!

How could they look so identical?!

Whether it was his handsome appearance or his powerful aura, he looked exactly the same as Xavier Nicholson, 17 years ago!

Kingsley came to Felix with a stern smile on his face before uttering lightly, "I wish you my condolences, Mr. Jacob."

"You……"

Felix felt a tinge of bitterness in his throat!

How could Kingsley kill his son and have the guts to attend the funeral in a grandiose manner?!

He was simply trampling the face of the Jacob family on the ground!

"How dare you come here today, you rascal?!"

Felix clenched his teeth and growled, "Your presence here after killing my son is unforgivable! Aren't you afraid that I will kill you on the spot and bury you with my son?!"

Kingsley's face was cold as he cautioned, "Don't you know about the rule of cause and effect? All this started from the fire that happened 17 years ago! Do you want to bury me with your son? Well firstly, you've got to have the power to do so."

When he mentioned the incident 17 years ago, Felix's face suddenly changed!

In a hoarse voice, he warned, "What fire are you talking about?! I'm warning you. You better not be blabbering nonsense!"

"You don't know?" Kingsley snickered.

"When I find out the truth and put it in front of your eyes, let's see how you will justify your crime!"

"Do it if you can!" Felix's red eyes were full of hatred before he continued, "But it also depends whether you can live to find out the truth!"

After speaking, he turned his head and said to Baron, "Master Howe, this person is here to trash the place! I hope that you and your men will help us out!"

Trash the place?

As soon as these words were mentioned, hundreds of guests in the hall turned their heads at them.

How dare anyone come to William Jacob's funeral to trash the place?

Was he digging his own grave?

Baron's face was ruthless as he replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Jacob. I brought more than 20 men with excellent skills today! If he dares to be presumptuous, I will break his legs!"

Hearing that, everyone felt nervous for Kingsley!

Everyone knew that Baron Howe was one of the Seven Legends that was infamous in the underworld!

Besides, he was also the owner of an underground boxing club, and his men were all professional boxers from underground boxing!

Each one of them was brawny and tough. It was not an exaggeration to say that one of them could defeat ten people in one go!

On the other hand, Kingsley smiled faintly. "Why do you have to say that I'm here to trash the place? I'm here to see Young Master William off!"

With that said, he waved his hand and instructed, "Leroy, bring the gifts over!"

Gifts?

As soon as the crowd heard that word, everyone looked puzzled.

The word gifts did not seem appropriate to be used on tragic occasions such as a funeral!

However, before they could react, they were surprised to see that Leroy brought out two wreaths from the big bag beside him.

For a moment, the silence that settled in the condolence hall was oppressively awkward!

Every guest present widened their eyes in shock!

Their expression froze instantly as they were stunned!

No one could believe what they saw!

Leroy scratched his head with an innocent and honest face, saying, "They were just green flower buds when I bought them last night…"

He did not continue his sentence, but it did not make any difference whether or not he did!

Everyone had seen the flower buds blooming into beautiful and luscious red roses!

No one would believe that the wreath was not customized in advance!

Anyway, who would make roses into a condolence wreath?!

Hiss!

Everyone sucked in a deep breath! Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Wasn't bringing a wreath of blooming red roses to offer condolences an act of trouble?!