The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 813 Use This Gun Well!

Kingsley initially intended to meet with the Stewart elders to uncover the true intricacies of the martial arts his godfather had taught him. What his godfather had taught him were just the basics. To continue improving his skills, he needed to confirm whether this martial art truly originated from the Ancient Stewart Family.

Bronte and Zephyr, the younger generation of the Stewart Family, couldn't discern the essence of his martial art, so he speculated that the elders of the Stewart Family would know. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

When Jake proposed a showdown, it aligned perfectly with his intentions.

"Alright!" Kingsley folded his hands behind his back and said plainly, "I shall spar with you if that's what you want."

Although he wasn't certain if he could match Jake's skills, the fight was inevitable.

Jake stretched his neck and, without a word, jumped onto the stage.

"Kid, come up!" He gestured to Kingsley. "Let these underworld sc*m see how I'll knock you down!"

Bronte clenched his fist in excitement. "Nicholson, my grandfather is about to reach the Delta-level! You might have won against Zephyr, but you definitely won't stand a chance against my grandfather!"

Bronte's words made Baron worried, and he asked, "Boss Nicholson, are you sure you can defeat this old man?"

"I'm not sure," Kingsley admitted honestly. "When I fought against Zephyr, if it weren't for the influence of my aura, our skills would have been evenly matched. If Jake is about to reach the Delta-level, he should be several times stronger than Zephyr, and I'm not necessarily confident."

Baron's heart nearly jumped into his throat in response. "Why would you still fight him then? Isn't that suicidal?! None of us in our Black Fist Gang can match them! If you get defeated, we'll be in trouble too!"

He quickly added, "What I mean is, none of us can save you!"

Kingsley smirked. "I want to find the origin of the martial arts I've been practicing and improve my skills, so I must spar with the Stewarts."

He patted Baron on the shoulder. "But don't worry, they're coming for me, not for the Black Fist Gang."

Baron's countenance changed at once, remaining concerned despite Kingsley's reassurance.

"Boss Nicholson," Wendell, standing nearby, spoke up. "You must be careful. If things get tough, there's no shame in admitting defeat. We can't lose everything."

At this point, Jake, standing on the stage, grew impatient. "Are you guys done yet?! Hurry up and come up here! Stop dilly-dallying!"

After considering for a moment, Kingsley reached into his waist and tossed a handgun into Wendell's arms. "You hold onto this gun. If the Stewarts really pose a threat to the Black Fist Gang, shoot them."

He then looked at Baron. "Now, Mr. Howe, are you reassured?"

The reason Kingsley gave the gun to Wendell was that he knew Wendell was more adept at handling firearms compared to Baron. During William's funeral, Baron had been trembling while holding an old handgun and hadn't dared to fire it. Kingsley had realized at the time that Baron lacked the courage to use firearms.

Wendell, on the other hand, was different. If he decided to be ruthless, he would be much more ruthless than Baron, and he also had a stronger sense of loyalty.

From their conversation just now, Kingsley could sense that Baron cared more about the Black Fist Gang's well-being, while Wendell was genuinely concerned about his safety.

Of course, Kingsley didn't harbor any resentment toward Baron because he understood that, as the leader of the Black Fist Gang, Baron was looking out for the gang's overall interests.

Wendell caught the handgun, hesitated for a moment, and then said earnestly, "Don't worry, Boss Nicholson! I will make good use of this gun!"