I am the ruler of all novel (Kingsley) novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268
Seeing that Beau was about to faint as his eyes rolled back, Kingsley brandished the silver needle that Blake had given him yesterday and jabbed it on Beau’s forehead.
“Ah!”
Instead of feeling like passing out, Beau suddenly felt more awake than he had ever been!
Even the pain in his lower body had intensified.
His wailing, too, sounded more excruciating than just a moment ago.
The corners of Kingsley’s lips curled at that. “I wonder if a urologist will be able to cure an injury like this,” he mused.
Before the terrified doctor could answer, Kiingsley turned his eyes to another male doctor and asked, “What department do you belong to?”
The doctor who was named was so scared he almost wet his pants!
His lips kept quivering, but no words came out of him.
At that point, everyone could tell Kingsley’s intention—he wanted to damage Beau in all the ways the doctors here could treat him for.
That also meant that anyone present who spoke would immediately become an accomplice!
At this very moment, everyone was as petrified as the person next to them.
They were both worried that Kingsley would call them out, and were shocked by the cruelty of his approach.
When the doctor only answered Kingsley with silence, Kingsley glared at him with cold eyes and warned, “I will only ask you once. You had better not waste my time!”
“O-Ophthalmology…”
That one word alone had made the crowd’s skin crawl.
“N-No!” Beau shrieked while covering his crotch. “Don’t touch my eyes! No!”
He could always fix a broken leg and he could still live, albeit degradingly, even if he were to turn into an eunuch.
But without his vision, he would be a maimed man for the rest of his life.
There was no hospital that would possibly hire a blind person as their doctor!
Beau might have to say goodbye to his promising future as a cardiac surgeon and work as a blind masseur if he were to lose his sight.
“I don’t want to become blind!” He soon burst into tears. “All of this was planned by Zayne! Why don’t you hold him accountable instead? Is it because he is the director’s son?!”
“Zayne?” Kingsley asked with a snicker. “Would you like to see him?”
After saying that, he turned to Wendell. “Bring him here.”
“But Boss, Zayne… He is dead…” Afraid that Kingsley would blame him, Wendell quickly explained in a low voice, “He died shortly after he was made a human swine…”
“That’s alright.” He nodded. “Just bring his body here.”
“Yes, Boss.”
Heaving a sigh of relief, Wendell instructed his subordinates behind him, “Go now. Carry Zayne Church here from the forest!”
After a while, three burly men walked in carrying a large jar about half a person’s height that was covered with a plastic sheet.
“Isn’t this a jar used to make pickles in the kitchen? Why did they bring it here?” the crowd chattered in unison at the confusing sight.
Thump!
As soon as the large jar was brought onstage, a pungent odour immediately wafted in the air, hitting everyone in the face.
“Ugh… What is that smell?”
“Smells like something bloody is decaying…”
The audience could still stand the putrid smell as they were all doctors.
Now that the jar was here, Kingsley kicked Beau demanded, “Weren’t you curious about what happened to Zayne? Look. He is right here!”
Amidst the deadly silence and horrified gazes, Wendell tore open the plastic sheet that covered the jar.
“Ah! It is a corpse!”
“Ugh… Blaargh…”
The conference room was immediately filled with the sounds of people screaming and vomiting; it had turned into a living hell within the blink of an eye.
The audience was scared out of their wits, but it was even worse for Beau, who had defecated and urinated from the fear.
He didn’t know that Zayne had died, and rather horribly at that!
Looking at the corpse felt as though he was looking at his future self.
As though it wasn’t already chaotic enough, Kingsley’s phone just had to ring right at this moment.
He felt somewhat puzzled seeing Leroy’s name flash across the screen of his phone.
Why is he calling me now? Kingsley thought. Joshua has been discharged from the hospital, and Yvonne is studying hard to prepare for her college entrance examination. Could something have happened to the cemetery?
He immediately picked up the call when the thought hit him. “What’s wrong?” he urged.
“Mr. Nicholson, I have got bad news!” Leroy sobbed. “The Nicholson Family Cemetery was bombed!”