King's Awakening

Chapter 423: Want to leave? I’m not done playing yet!
Having said that, White Mitchell grabbed Lincoln Robert and slowly walked toward a nearby glass window.

After making sure there were no pedestrians below, White Mitchell’s hand made contact with the glass.

With a cracking sound, a terrifying crack appeared on the tempered glass.

Soon after, the crack spread rapidly, turning the whole pane into granulated dust.

Shhh!

The sight of White Mitchell’s demonstration made everyone’s hair stand on end. The noise of the crowd gasping for air was like the crackle of firecrackers, one after the other.

“What… what are you trying to do? Don’t… don’t mess around!” Lincoln Robert, hanging in the air, broke into a cold sweat.

“Afraid already? Don’t worry, we have all the time in the world.” White Mitchell said with a deeply meaningful smile. He then shoved Lincoln Robert right through the shattered window.

Wow!

Lincoln Robert let out a loud scream, starting to wail like a tormented soul. “Let go of me, you bastard! Let go of me! You’re killing me. You’re really killing me!!!”

“Killing?” White Mitchell laughed once more. “Didn’t you just say the same? I’m showing you now, so tell me. Are you willing to let go?”

Upon hearing this, Lincoln Robert was so scared he nearly lost his mind, instinctively looking downwards and turning pale.

Thirty-eight floors! Falling from such a height would cost him his life.

“What the fuck do you want! Don’t you know you’re committing murder!? You’ll go to jail! You’re insane!” Lincoln Robert continued to wail.

“Do you really not know what I want?” White Mitchell said with a mysterious smile.

Despite the desperate circumstances, Lincoln Robert stubbornly refused to back down, insisting, “I don’t know what you’re talking about! How could I know what you want!

Are you just trying to make me admit that I invited the White Horse Club to hurt Sana Robert?

For Heaven’s sake, I really didn’t! Sana is my cousin. Our blood is thicker than water. How could I ever orchestrate her harm?”

Oh?

White Mitchell, hearing Lincoln’s reaction, let out an amuse smile. “Apparently you’re still in denial. Well, in that case, let’s see how you like it down below!”

“No, no, no…” Lincoln Robert began shaking with fear, but before he could plead, White Mitchell’s hand let go.

In the twinkling of an eye, gravity took hold of him, as if to suck him into the ground.

Lincoln Robert could feel his body plunging down at a terrifying speed.

Finished!

Did this crazy guy really let go?

Lincoln Robert could never have imagined that White Mitchell could be so ruthless, bold enough to throw him down in front of everyone.

This is murder!

Maniac!

Definitely a maniac!

Regret filled Lincoln Robert’s mind, making him wish he hadn’t been so stubborn. It was better to live as a disgrace than die as a hero. Why had he ended up in this perilous situation, struggling for his life?

Lincoln was in complete despair, so scared his soul was about to leave his body.

But just as disaster was about to strike, White Mitchell’s hand caught Lincoln’s collar, just as he was about to fall to the next floor.

Lincoln, at this point, could barely keep his eyes open from fear.

Seconds passed, and Lincoln pondered if he was dead yet.

But, the pain of impact that he had expected never came.

Feeling perplexed, Lincoln opened his eyes and stuttered, “Am I dead yet?”

“Not yet, but soon. Your clothes are quite sturdy but, if we try again, I’m not sure they’ll hold up.” White Mitchell’s playful voice rung out again.

Reality sinking in, Lincoln Robert flew into a rage. “You’re a fucking lunatic! A perfect example of a lunatic! You…”

“Still able to curse? Seems like you won’t die any time soon, but this is really time-consuming. Let’s just finish it,” White Mitchell casually remarked.

Shhh!

Hearing this, Lincoln Robert started shaking uncontrollably, and hurried to plead, “No no no, I’ll talk, I’ll talk! Isn’t that enough?”

As Lincoln Robert pleaded for mercy, White Mitchell just shook his head. “Want to talk now? Unfortunately, it seems that I am not finished playing yet!”

After that, White Mitchell slowly released his grip once again.

Feeling the sensation of falling again, Lincoln Robert was scared out of his wits.

He had planned to delay for time, hoping that once White Mitchell pulled him back up, he would be able to gather the crowd to overpower White Mitchell.

But he never expected that White Mitchell would not play by the rules. He was a complete lunatic!

Scared!

At this moment, Lincoln Robert was really afraid. His own life was clearly more important!

Thinking of this, Lincoln hurried to say, “Okay, I’ll talk! Isn’t that enough? Please stop playing these games with me, my heart can’t take this.

Indeed, I had the White Horse Club come after Sana. I couldn’t stand to see Sana controlling the Robert Group. I was jealous, so I thought I’d take advantage of the lockdown in the Northern Territory and bring her down.

All the faults are mine. I realize my mistake. I’ve said all there is to say. Please pull me back. I can’t handle the fear…”

With his soul nearly leaving his body out of fear, Lincoln spilled all the details of the matter.

However, at this moment, one of Lincoln’s loyal cohorts in the crowd immediately chimed in: “Look at this, they beat the confession out of Mr. Lincoln. How horrible.”

“Yes, Sana Robert seems so kind usually, who knew she’d be so vicious?” someone else added.

Suddenly, condemnations of Sana Robert and White Mitchell started erupting from the crowd.

“Did you hear that? Seems like certain people really don’t want you alive,” White Mitchell said to Lincoln with a playful tone.

Upon hearing this, Lincoln Robert’s face turned green with anger. He shouted at the crowd, “What the hell is wrong with you? I’m about to die and you’re stoking the fire! Do you want me dead? You bunch of morons!”

This…

With Lincoln’s outburst, the crowd was taken aback.

What is going on?

Did Lincoln Robert have spies placed among them?

Only then did it dawn on the crowd: no wonder there was constant agreement with Lincoln’s statements. They initially believed these were genuine expressions of sentiment, but now it seemed it was all staged. To incite the workers?

For a moment, everyone was wary of the people around them, faces etched with vigilance.