Chapter 94

A smug look spread across Henderson’s face. He was certain Kyle was trying to impress him by drugging Justin and the others, believing Kyle wanted to work for him. After all, if Kyle had wanted to, he could easily have beaten Justin and the others.

Unbeknownst to Henderson, Kyle had no interest in these insignificant people; he considered them unworthy of his time and effort.

Henderson had many enemies he longed to eliminate, but his lack of strength prevented him from confronting them. He ideally wanted someone under his command who could administer drugs undetected.

Henderson barely contained his excitement. He waved his hand slightly and said, “Alright, let’s get some gas masks. I want to see how he’ll try his tricks then.”

Justin’s eyes widened. “Oh, yeah! Why didn't I think of that? You're a genius, Mr. Khan! With gas masks, we have nothing to worry about. I'll get them right now!” He patted the chauffeur’s shoulder. “Alright, let’s go get some gas masks! I can’t wait to see what other tricks he has up his sleeve!”

They stopped, grabbed gas masks, and headed to Kyle’s place. They brought twenty people, each wearing a gas mask; they looked like they were raiding a terrorist hideout. An observer might have thought they were filming a movie.

However, Justin was astonished. “It’s right there, Mr. Khan. The door’s wide open. Could he be trying to lure us into a trap?”

Henderson shook his head and pointed at the door. Justin, understanding, though hesitant, obeyed. Equipped with a gas mask, he felt safe from Kyle’s drugs.

Stepping inside, Justin roared, “Get your ass out here, Kyle!”

Kyle, washing his hands, calmly walked into the living room. Seeing everyone in gas masks, he almost laughed.

He sat on the couch, his expression contemptuous. “What’s with the get-up? You think those gas masks will stop me? How amusing.”

Insulted, Justin and the others remained silent, wary of Kyle’s abilities.

Kyle waved dismissively. “You mutts should be quiet. And the real boss outside should come in! It doesn't matter where you are; I can still handle you.”

Henderson, outside, heard him. He accepted a gas mask, put it on, and led his men inside. He surveyed the room, his gaze narrowing on Kyle.

Kyle waved again. “You don’t have to worry about hidden mechanisms or traps. If you’re scared, why did you come?”

Henderson’s blood boiled, but he remained calm, reminding himself that powerful people often had attitudes. He swallowed his anger, determined to get Kyle on his side.

Henderson brushed aside his bodyguards and sat across from Kyle. “You’re the one chosen by that old geezer, huh? You have some skills, but do you really think you can just take over the old geezer’s shares? You’re getting too full of yourself.”

Kyle narrowed his eyes mischievously. “What’s that? I didn’t hear you.”

Henderson’s expression changed. The gas mask made speaking difficult.

Kyle shook his head. “If I really wanted to take you out, neither a gas mask nor a bulletproof vest would help. If you don’t believe…”

Henderson remained curious about Kyle’s other tricks.

Kyle immediately understood. He pointed at Justin. “You’re the one who told me to get my ass out here, right?”

Justin started to speak, but excruciating pain shot through his stomach. It was far more intense than before—a cutting sensation that felt like countless ants crawling under his skin.

Justin dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face, pounding the floor.

“You’re hitting my floor now? Looks like you’re looking forward to apologizing to my floor later.”