I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 453

Calvin pointed at Kingsley indignantly from his wheelchair. "And I've looked into your case, Nicholson. You aren't even a part of our school. Just because you know some moves doesn't mean you can cause trouble whenever you want. You're not qualified to meddle with the academia, you unemployed little git."

Among the fans were those who were really interested in infotech and those who just wanted to look cool by pretending they liked the stuff. It was niche and would make them look hip. However, all of his fans had a sense of superiority, thinking they were greater because they were enthusiasts. They were now scoffing at Kingsley because of what Calvin said. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"You could've done anything else, and yet you chose to come here and ruin the professor's book launch."

"I doubt he even knows what a book launch means."

"Seconded. I bet he's just here to gain some fans. Young people now will do anything for money."

"Get out of here, brat. This isn't a place someone like you can come to. You're nothing but an idiot to us."

The crowd's jeer delighted Calvin, and he was so delighted that his face flushed red. Yes. I can get my revenge today. These people aren't those college kid losers. They're successful people. If they want to go after Nicholson, he's dead.

At this thought, Calvin said smugly, "Hah. So what if you can fight, Nicholson? I bet you wouldn't dare to hurt these people." He waved at the reporters and cameramen. "Hey, you guys. Make sure you

focus on him. If he tries to hurt the guests, make sure you have a record of it. Then we can send him to the cops."

The reporters nodded in excitement. "We'll make sure to capture every moment." It was a surprise that drama would break out during a book launch. They would love it if Kingsley could make it even more dramatic. That way, they would have more to write about.

A dark smile curled Calvin's lip. "I know you're a decent fighter, Nicholson, but you picked the wrong battle today. Hurt anyone, and I guarantee you'll live the rest of your life in prison."

He turned around to his mentor, who had been silent for a long time. "Sir, he…"

Calvin noticed something wrong. Vincent was as pale as a ghost. Everyone else thought Kingsley was here to show off, but Vincent knew Kingsley was here for that tragedy seventeen years ago. The moment Kingsley spoke, he knew the lad was related to that information broker who died because of him.

However, he thought Xavier's whole family had died in that fire. When Kingsley said he almost died because of Vincent just now, Vincent was overwhelmed by shock. He knew Xavier had a five-year-old son, and Calvin kept calling him 'Nicholson'. Five years old. Seventeen years. Twenty-two. He stared at the young man before him. He's in his early twenties. The next second, he felt his mind being overloaded by fear—fear of the truth that was awaiting him.