The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 587 Let Me Show You Something

"I don't give a d*mn about his background!" Augustus' anger surged.

"No matter how powerful he is, can he surpass Boss Jarett's power? If he truly were invincible, he would have already helped the Jeanne Gang in unifying the underworld!"

Then, he slammed the table abruptly and glared at Kingsley. "Nicholson, if you insist on crossing me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

With that, he waved his hand behind him and ordered, "Everyone! Take care of him for me!"

At his command, two or three dozen young men in black jackets who had come with him all stood up in response.

The tension in the air was palpable.

Following that, Zion shouted, "Well then, Master Osborn, my Quintana Gang will offer our assistance too!"

"Everyone, get ready now! Let's show the might of our Quintana Gang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so members of the Quintana Gang swiftly stood up, showcasing their muscles and preparing for the impending fight.

Seeing this situation, Baron broke out in a cold sweat.

Meanwhile, Victoria's face turned pale with growing anxiety.

However, Kingsley remained calm and said, "Master Osborn, please calm down for a moment."

Augustus glanced at him skeptically. "What else do you want to do?"

Kingsley smiled faintly. "Nothing much. I just want to show you something."

"Oh, feeling scared now, are you?" Augustus sneered. "Thinking of surrendering, huh? Well, I'm afraid it's a bit too late for that!"

Concerned about potential complications, Zion swiftly spoke up and interjected, "That's right! Kid, trying to bribe Master Osborn at this point won't do you any good! Master Osborn is a decisive hero. If he decides to eliminate you, even if you sprout wings today, you won't be able to escape!"

Kingsley pulled out a small wooden plaque from his pocket and casually tossed it onto the conference table. "Hold on. Take a look at this first."

The small wooden plaque spun around and landed face down on the table.

"What the hell is this?" Zion exclaimed as he stared at the plaque. "This is garbage! Are you trying to give this to Master Osborn?"

"I never said that I wanted to give it to him," Kingsley replied calmly. "And even if I did, I doubt he would have the guts to accept it. Unless, of course, he doesn't value his life."

"What?! I don't dare accept it?!" Augustus raised his chin and glanced at the plaque. "D*mn it, I want to see what the hell this thing is!"

With that, he slightly leaned forward and reached out to pick up the small wooden plaque.

At the same time, the other bosses chuckled and jeered.

"Hehehe, as the esteemed leader of the Ivory Fang Sect, Master Osborn has seen all sorts of treasures. This kid's arrogance is truly amusing!"

"I think he's simply intimidated by the Ivory Fang Sect and the Quintana Gang! He foolishly believes that he can bribe Master Osborn with whatever he randomly pulls out of his pocket!"

"What a dumb*ss! He doesn't even understand the rules of buying his life!"

Zion crossed his arms and sneered at Baron. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Master Howe, your physical strength is truly remarkable, but your mind is as simple as they come! You didn't want to enjoy the perks of joining Boss Jarett, but for some reason, you insist on tagging along with this dumb*ss kid to meet your doom?"

While others didn't know what the small wooden plaque was, Baron knew it very well.

He also sneered back at Zion.

"Boss Quintana, I can't wait to see how clever you are when you're on your knees begging for mercy later!"

"What a ridiculous joke! Still f*cking talking tough!" Zion's facial muscle twitched as he added, "Today, Master Osborn will definitely wipe out your Black Fist Gang—"

Thump!

Before he could finish his sentence, Augustus suddenly fell off his chair.

The ornate mahogany chair toppled over with a loud thud.

Instantly, everyone looked at Augustus with puzzled looks on their faces.

"Master Osborn, what happened?"

"Why did you fall? Is the chair broken?"

"Master Osborn, are you okay?"

Rupert hurriedly picked up the chair and supported the pale-faced Augustus. "Master Osborn, are you feeling unwell?"