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“What?!” Kingsley’s eyes narrowed when he heard the news. He then frantically asked, “What
happened? What do you mean it was ‘bombed’?!”
The Nicholson Family Cemetery had begun to take shape after the reconstruction under Leroy’s
around-the-clock supervision.
Kingsley initially expected the remains of his parents to be brought back from the House of Mercy and
buried in the Nicholson Family Cemetery within a month’s time.
He hadn’t foreseen something so terrible to happen at a time like this.
“Mr. Nicholson, I went back to my hometown in Nearcity to stay for the night yesterday. By the time I
returned to the site just now, the entire cemetery was in ruins!” Leroy couldn’t help but cry. “The
workers are all… dead. They died in the explosion. There are firefighters trying to put out the fire
now…”
Kingsley’s face turned frigid when he heard the constant sound of the siren and commotion coming
from the other end of the call.
“I got it. Wait for me. I will head back right away!”
After hanging up, he turned to Wendell and said, “I have to go back to the city right now. I will leave you
to handle the rest here! Don’t spare Beau’s life. Finish him off and bury him on Mount Crowler.”
“Understood. Boss, did something happen?” Wendell quickly showed his loyalty when he saw how dark
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKingsley’s expression had become. “Please give us an order if there is anything my boys and I can
help you with.”
“It’s fine for now,” Kingsley replied with a frown. “You only need to take care of what is here.”
“Yes, sir! Leave it to us!”
Hearing that, Kingsley nodded and then walked toward the door.
He had just reached the door when his steps came to a pause and he turned around to announce, “The
lot of you had better not talk about what happened today. Or else, I don’t mind putting all of you in a jar
too!”
“Yes, yes, Dr. Nicholson. We will never say a word!” Everyone quickly agreed.
In fact, he didn’t even need to threaten them to keep their mouths shut.
None of them was sick of living yet, so of course they wouldn’t intentionally offend the God of War
himself.
Satisfied with their answer, Kingsley hurried back to the hotel and went to Alice’s room. “Alice,” he
called out. “I have to make a trip back downtown to deal with something. I won’t be by your side for the
next two days of the forum.”
“What is wrong? What happened?” Alice was concerned when she noticed how Kingsley wasn’t acting
like his usual self. “Should I come with you?”
“It’s alright, Alice. It is not something you can help me with.” He shook his head. “Besides, this forum is
very important to you. You should stay.”
Kingsley glanced at his wristwatch before continuing, “Go to Scott and Blake if you need any help.
They will assist you as best they can.”
Even though he had given the people in the conference room the shock of their lives and no sane
person should approach Alice with ill intentions again, Kingsley still had to remind her to seek help from
those powerful people in traditional medicine in case something were to happen.
“Alright, Kingsley.” With a worried expression on her face, she sighed. “You have to be careful too.
Drive slowly on your way back.”
After separating from Alice, Kingsley drove directly to the urban area of Cleapolis.
All the news outlets, the radio in his car included, were broadcasting about the explosion that had
happened.
“After the Summers Residence was destroyed, another tragic accident that resulted in the instant
deaths of more than a dozen construction workers on the exact same piece of land happened. All the
buildings under construction were destroyed in an instant. At present, the cause of the explosion and
the specific extent of property damage are being investigated and gauged. Our channel will further
follow up on the progress of the case…”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKingsley’s face darkened after he listened to the report, and his fingers had turned pale from grabbing
onto the steering wheel.
He knew that the explosion was targeted at him.
It could have been a threat or a warning, or simply because someone wanted to prevent the Nicholson
Family Cemetery from being built.
However, no matter the reason, he swore to find out who the culprit was.
A cold glint appeared in his eyes as he thought, Could this have been done by the bigwig that escaped
from the urban village?!
They had cleared Karl and Jonas’ empty dens then, and by the time they were done, the real proprietor
who managed the website detonated a time bomb to just to show off.
And the attack this time was an explosion as well!
The Empire of Qustia had strict control over firearms. Let alone bombs, it was difficult enough to obtain
guns.
Kingsley even considered the possibility of the people from the Empire of the Setting Sun knowing his
identity, and they bombed the cemetery to protest against him.
But when did I make the mistake of revealing my identity?
Frowning, he was deep in thought when his phone began to ring again.
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