I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 65

When the nosy staff realized the picture shown wasn't Kingsley's face, they all heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that they would be in trouble if they were messing with someone from the military. While the words printed on the card had become blurred and illegible with time, someone from the crowd dismissed it as nothing of a big deal in an unconcerned manner. "Ah, come on! Whoever this ID card belongs to is clearly just a sergeant, as written here. That just seems like a normal soldier to me."

"Haha. Yeah, so what's there to be scared of? It's not like this ID card's owner is a lieutenant."

"Hey kid, did your friend leave this behind in your car? Jim Holland? What a lame name!"

Jim Holland? Kingsley had no idea that Jim's military ID card had been in the backseat of his car all this time until he heard Harry reading out his name shortly. Wait a minute! Jim is the Chief of Army in Westwood District, isn't he? At the thought of that, he smiled ambiguously and asked, "Why don't you take a look at the issue date?"

"The issue date?" Harry subconsciously looked down. "February 2, 1987." It was when he saw the date that he realized the ID card was issued back in the 80s. Thus, he couldn't help but wonder about Jim's current rank in the military.

Seeing Harry's confused state, Kingsley reached for his phone and dialed Jim's number to give the former an answer. "Hello, Jim. Someone here found your military ID card." He then walked up to Harry and put the phone close to his ear. "Why don't you tell him yourself?"

At that moment, Harry was shaking like a leaf, overwhelmed by his fear and horror. He then subconsciously said, "I-I found a military ID card here that was issued in 1987, and it belongs to someone called J-Jim Holland."

Jim laughed out loud on the other end of the phone. "Oh, that military ID card. I lost that about 20 years ago when I was driving the lieutenant elsewhere. I guess I can't be more surprised to hear that it has been found. I'll tell you what. Just deliver the ID card to The Staff of Westwood Military and mention my name, or you could tell the people that it's for the Chief of Army. Then, I'll…"

While Jim was still talking, Harry could no longer concentrate on the rest of his sentence. Instead, all he could hear was buzzing, as if there was a bee flying just right next to his ear. The Staff of Westwood Military? Jim Holland? The Chief of Army? With all those thoughts flooding his mind, Harry went weak in his knees and collapsed onto the ground.

On the other hand, the others, who didn't hear what Jim said on the phone, were bewildered when they witnessed Harry's reaction. "What's wrong?"

"What happened, Mr. Pumice? Who is on the phone?"

Nevertheless, Harry was too stunned to answer their questions as Kingsley bent over and took back his phone from Harry. Then, he spoke to Jim and said, "Alright, it's all done. Ciaos." After that, he hung up the call and looked at Harry. "So, I guess Jim owes you his thanks, doesn't he, Mr. Pumice?" Kingsley smiled and looked at Harry. "You're about to be rewarded handsomely."

Upon noticing how Kingsley just hung up the phone so casually when talking with the Chief of Army, Harry couldn't stop his legs from shaking as he wetted himself in the process. As his trousers appeared to be soaked with his own pool of urine, he stared at Kingsley in a terrified manner, feeling as if his blood had frozen. Who is this man before me? He is surely a military big shot who just wants to keep a low profile.

"Are you alright, Mr. Pumice?" Nicole was surprised when she saw Harry wetting himself. "Are you unwell? If you are, you should probably go back home and have some rest. I promise I'll send you the video once I record this ugly thing kneeling while giving me a kowtow later. You won't miss…"

Nonetheless, before the lady could finish her words, Harry sprang up from the ground and gave her a hard slap in the face. Then, he shouted in a furious manner, "Shut your mouth up! If I hear one more word coming out of your mouth, I'm going to break your neck!"

The next second, Nicole covered her cheek with a puzzled look on her face. In fact, she had a promiscuous relationship with Harry in exchange for more clients to be referred to her. However, she didn't expect that Harry, who was gentle to her in bed, would slap her in front of so many people. "Mr. Pumice…" As soon as she called out to Harry, the man swung his arm and gave her another slap in the face.

"I told you to shut up!" After two slaps in the face, blood could be seen trickling from the corner of Nicole's lips as she felt dizzy. In the meantime, the other employees were confused by what they saw, wondering what was wrong with Harry and why he would hit someone on his side. While the bystanders continued to watch in surprise, Harry pathetically crawled toward Kingsley's feet and begged for forgiveness. "I'm so sorry, Sir. It's all my fault. Please forgive me for my insolence." He repeatedly apologized while groveling at Kingsley's feet.

While there were other managers and salespeople from the other car brands among the bystanders, they all took a deep breath at the sight of Harry.

Meanwhile, an employee from Eastwheel, another car-selling shop, was seen with a stunned expression. "Wait, what? Am I seeing things? Is that Mr. Pumice who is kneeling and groveling at someone?"

"I don't believe my eyes either." At the same time, the saleswoman beside him nodded rigidly.

"Oh, gosh! Who is this young man? What has he done to scare the manager of the Mercedes-Benz shop so much?"

"Some rich man's son, I guess."

Upon hearing everyone else's murmurs, Harry couldn't help but complain to himself on the inside. Why would someone so outstanding like him drive an old Volkswagen Santana? Furthermore, why the heck did he want to trade in his old car for a new one? How was I supposed to know he is a military big shot with such a low profile? All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, Kingsley coldly looked at Harry and asked, "Your employees insulted me and my friend. So, what are you going to do about that?"