The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 743 Should Have Thought of It

Seeing Horace remain silent, Kingsley turned his head to look at Cassius.

"Mr. White, the person he just kidnapped is your son. How about you make the decision for him? Mrs. White needs immediate treatment at the hospital, so we can't delay any longer!"

Upon hearing that his wife's life was at stake, Cassius was immediately filled with killing intent.

"Boss Nicholson, give me the gun, I will deal with him right now!"

Kingsley reached out to grab the gun. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Plop!

Horace knelt down on both knees.

"Don't… Don't kill me!"

He was truly scared.

He knew that he would have no chance of survival once the gun fell into Cassius' hands.

Then, he pleaded with a pitiful expression, "I didn't want to kidnap Cayden and force Miss Shannon to return home. But I have followed Old Mr. Timothy for more than twenty years, so how could I dare to disobey him? Please, just let me go. I promise! I promise that after I return, I will persuade Old Mr. Timothy not to force Miss Shannon anymore."

However, it would have been better if he hadn't said that.

That was because after hearing that Horace had been with John for over twenty years, Kingsley instantly became even more furious.

"Since you have been with him for so long, did you also help him kill many people?" Kingsley coldly demanded, "You'd better confess everything!"

Hearing that, Horace explained in confusion, "I... I killed... a few, b-but I didn't harm Cayden in the slightest today."

Kingsley continued to ask, "Then, were you involved in the fire from seventeen years ago?"

"The fire?" Horace trembled and quickly distanced himself. "That fire had nothing to do with me. It wasn't me who started the fire. It was the Fox guy!"

"So you do know the truth." Kingsley's eyes were as deep as the sea. "What role did you play in that incident? If you confess honestly, I might consider giving you a third option."

Although Horace's martial arts skills were not the best in the Stewart Family, a master martial artist like him was enough to intimidate everyone in the outside world.

Even in the Timothy Family, he might even be the best martial artist of all.

With such a highly skilled person beside him, John would not let Horace stay idle.

Therefore, Kingsley concluded that Horace must have been involved in the incident seventeen years ago.

Upon hearing that there was a third option, Horace didn't care about anything else and immediately answered, "I... I went in and killed two people when the fire started... I didn't do anything else..."

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Kingsley clenched his fist so tightly that they cracked.

He was too young back then, only five years old, and he didn't remember who had strangled his parents' neck amidst the smoke.

Now he finally knew that the culprit was Horace.

He should have thought of it long ago.

When it came to killing someone, John would naturally entrust it to the best person he had, and Horace was the best.

Therefore, the task would naturally be given to Horace.

Kingsley took a deep breath and looked at Cassius. "Mr. White, let me decide how this person dies."

Cassius already knew that Kingsley had a deep connection with the Nicholson Family from years ago.

He also knew that Kingsley's hatred toward Horace was even deeper than his own.

So, he nodded, "Alright, Boss Nicholson. You can handle this scum however you want."

Upon hearing their conversation, Horace trembled and asked, "I have answered all the questions you asked truthfully, can you let me go now?"

"Let you go?"

Kingsley's voice was as cold as ice, bringing chills down Horace's spine.

He shivered involuntarily.

At that point, he suddenly had a foreboding feeling that Kingsley would not let him go so easily.

"You... you just said that as long as I confess honestly, you will give me a third option, right?"