Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 959

“So what if I take it too far? If you dare, go ahead and kill me!” Boss retorted.

“How dare you!”

“Luke!” Kenneth cried out all of a sudden.

“Boss!” Luke was furious, for never before had the man suffered such humiliation.

“We cannot kill him,” Kenneth emphasized once again.

Luke felt downright helpless in his rage.

Chuckling, Boss crouched in front of Kenneth. “So, are you going to prostrate yourself to me? If you decide not to do so, I'll send you to meet your maker right now!”

“You said it's something only you possess. Is it your blood?” Kenneth asked.

Boss' expression changed subtly.

The moment his expression changed, Kenneth glimpsed it. “It seems that I'm right.”

Boss' face instantly turned as black as thunder as he looked at the man before him. Even though they were of different races, it was undeniable that Kenneth was handsome, with exquisite and refined features in addition to an inherent air of nobility. Unlike me, he seemed to be a born king. Conversely, I have to fight and grapple for everything I want, bit by bit!

“It seems that I'm right,” Kenneth repeated.

At that moment, those words jolted Boss out of his thoughts.

He looked at the man, frustration seeping through his words. “So what if you're right? Can you possibly change anything?” As he spoke, he stood up, raising his gun and aiming it at Kenneth.

“You're out of chances.” While saying that, he pulled the trigger to fire a shot.

Just then, Kenneth suddenly shot out a long leg and kicked his leg.

A bang split the air.

A gunshot echoed. In that split second, Kenneth leaned to the side a fraction and swiftly kicked Boss' leg out from under him. With a smooth flip, he sprang up just as Boss fell right down. Immediately, he pinned the latter to the ground.

Following a mechanical sound, a gun was suddenly pointed right at Boss' head.

The entire process was such a whirlwind that Boss struggled to keep up.

By the time he gathered his wits about him, he saw Kenneth staring at him intently.

“You set me up, J?” he asked.

“So what?” Kenneth countered.

The boss looked at him. “I never expected you to be quite the actor.”

“When it comes to you, there's really no need for overly sophisticated methods,” Kenneth said, searching him thoroughly.

Naturally, Boss knew he was looking for the antidote. Eyeing the man, he said, “Do you truly think I carry it with me every time I go out?”

“Where is the antidote?” Kenneth demanded.

“At my base.”

“Where is your base?” prompted Kenneth.

“Even if I were to tell you, you wouldn't be able to get it.”

“That's my business, but whether you live or die depends on if you speak!” Kenneth stared at him.

Boss paused slightly, weighing the pros and cons before he answered, “In the second drawer of the desk in my room.”

“Having obtained the answer, Kenneth didn't bother to discern if it was real. At that moment, he

pulled out a syringe from his pocket and tore the outer packaging with his teeth.”

“Uncover his arm, Luke,” he ordered.

Luke was utterly baffled, only then realizing that Kenneth had been putting on an act all along.