King's Awakening

Longman’s two subordinates hauled Ezekiel in front of White Mitchell.

By now, Ezekiel had been terrified out of his wits.

Seeing Longman himself on his knees, he plopped right down and prostrated himself before White.

“White, I didn’t do it on purpose. It was Ivan who forced me to do it. It has nothing to do with me, nothing at all.

Please spare me for the sake of our past relationships. I promise I will never work for Ivan again.

From now on, I’ll be your dog. If you tell me to go east, I won’t dare to go west. Is that okay, is it okay?…”

Ezekiel knelt in front of White Mitchell, desperately kowtowing and not daring to raise his head.

He truly regretted his actions to the core.

Amanda, Longman, even the chief of the Sayon Supervision Department, had to follow White’s orders.

This was simply not the White Mitchell from five years ago, who could only watch helplessly as he was framed.

This was a powerful tiger, a tiger capable of turning Sayon upside down.

Now, he did not doubt the words that White had spoken at the celebration that day. He really could, he really could make Beckett the king of Sayon!

Once, that kind of opportunity was also presented to him.

He could also have stood by White Mitchell’s side, ruling the world together with him like Beckett is doing now.

But it was already too late, too late!

He not only failed to trust White, but he also helped Ivan Austin to frame him, it was extreme stupidity!

Ezekiel now wished he could slap himself to death.

Why didn’t he trust White Mitchell, why didn’t he trust him! !!

In the face of Ezekiel’s pleas for mercy, White Mitchell was expressionless, looking indifferent as if he were facing a stranger.

Then he opened his mouth slowly, his voice freezing cold: “Are you begging me for mercy?”

“White, spare me. Please give me a chance. From now on, I will serve you like an ox or a horse. Rest assured, I will be the most loyal dog under you.

That’s right. I’m still of use. I know about the dirtv deeds that Alan Austin and

his men have been doing behind the scenes, I can help you fight against them.

Furthermore, I can also help you win over the employees in the company. I can do it, I assure you.

White, I’m still of use, I’m still of use….

Ezekiel stammered in fear, he was so frightened that his words were incoherent.

“Do you think with my current abilities, I would still need your help?” White Mitchell spoke with indifference.

Upon hearing these words, Ezekiel’s spirit plunged into an abyss, a chilling feeling engulfed his body, provoking uncontrollable shivers.

“Killing Alan Austin is as simple as squishing an ant to me. I haven’t killed him yet because I want him to taste the pain of losing every opportunity!

As for you, Ezekiel, I once gave you an opportunity and I once hoped that you wouldn’t be the one to bring people here tonight.

But you have disappointed me. Begging for mercy now? It’s too late!”

Boom!

White’s aura erupted explosively, the terrifying intimidation spreading like a shockwave from a bomb, overbearing and instantly overwhelming the entire scene.

In that instant, many people felt a fear akin to facing death.

As if suddenly finding themselves on a bloody battlefield littered with corpses, they felt an overwhelming impulse to submit at White Mitchell’s feet.

Thud!

Finally, someone couldn’t bear it anymore and knelt directly in front of White Mitchell.

Then, more and more people started to kneel. They couldn’t control their own legs, their only choice was to kneel and submit.

Ezekiel, at the heart of the storm, felt his head buzzing. He collapsed onto the ground, a large wet spot appeared on his crotch spreading a horrible stench.

“Drag him away! Chop him up and feed it to the dogs!” Longman immediately ordered.

With a deathly pale face, Ezekiel, after hearing these words, was in a state of shock, devoid of any strength left to struggle. His expression was one of evident despair.

At this moment, Beckett sighed helplessly as he looked at the distraught Ezekiel.

Heaven forgives those who it wrongs, but it does not forgive those who wrong themselves.

“White…” Beckett meekly approached White Mitchell, stammering as if harboring some sort of reluctance.

White Mitchell saw what Beckett was attempting to say and quickly rebuffed, “You are their master now. Whatever you want to do, make that decision yourself. ”

Upon hearing this, Beckett gratefully looked at White Mitchell. He knew that despite White Mitchell’s newfound power, he still remained the loyal and righteous man he once was.

Thereafter, Beckett approached Longman Jack, took a deep breath, and ordered, “Break his legs, but leave him alive. Understand?”

The underlings stopped at Longman’s command, not daring to act prematurely; they all turned to see Longman’s reaction.

“What are you looking at me for? Are your ears deaf? Get on with it!” growled Longman harshly.

Thereby, a few of his henchmen proceeded to break Ezekiel’s legs. Watching this scene, Beckett shook his head, before approaching Director Ayden.

“Director Ayden, Ezekiel caused a public disturbance. I hope you can handle it impartially,” Beckett declared.

Director Ayden glanced at White Mitchell and concurred, “It’s my duty. Rest assured, I will handle it impartially.”

Once the matters were sorted out, Beckett returned to White Mitchell’s side and stood beside Kylin.

Seeing this, Kylin slung his arm over Beckett’s shoulder, and said, “Good job. I told you, if the Superior believes in you, then you can do it!”

Beckett scratched the back of his head sheepishly, then turned to White Mitchell with gratitude.

He knew that his fortitude stemmed entirely from White Mitchell’s backing; without it, he wouldn’t dare to speak out against Longman and Director Ayden, regardless of his boldness.

At this point, Director Ayden, having dealt with Ezekiel, also approached White Mitchell, “Mr. Mitchell, regarding Longman and his men, I am unsure how to proceed.”

Upon hearing this, Longman pricked his ears and groveled in front of White Mitchell, “Mr. Mitchell, please spare me. I believe I can be of use to you.

Under my control are a couple of thousand men and numerous finance companies which could all be yours. All I ask in return is mercy.”

At this point, Kylin walked up to White Mitchell’s ear and whispered something.

White Mitchell nodded, then glanced at Longman. In an indifferent tone, he said, “Get up.”

Upon hearing this, Longman felt like he had just received a royal pardon. However, having been kneeling for too long, he could not get up instantly and had to be aided by two of his underlings.

“Well, I do need a few favors. If you can handle them, I might consider offering you an opportunity. However, if you fail, I see no point in your existence,” White Mitchell lightly responded.

Longman, hearing he had something to do, immediately sprung to attention and flattered, “Just say the word, Mr. Mitchell! Even if I have to ascend a mountain of swords or descend into a sea of flames, if I dare to frown, then I am not a man.”

Impressed by his sincerity, White Mitchell continued, “Tomorrow, a girl named Sherry Jones will come to repay a debt at your company. When the time comes, find a suitable reason to clear her debt. Remember, you cannot accept her money!”

Upon hearing this, Longman nodded his head like a pecking rooster and assured White Mitchell repeatedly, “Of course, of course. I will follow your instructions explicitly.”

In response to Longman’s earnest demeanor, White Mitchell nodded and continued, “As far as I know, the distributors under the Bright Corporation are yours, correct?”

Bright Corporation?

Longman was startled, seemingly clueless. At this point, one of his subordinates rushed to clarify.

Upon hearing the explanation, Longman was even more awestruck by White Mitchell’s identity.

Indeed, the distributors of the Bright Corporation were under his control, yet very few knew about it. Even he took a moment to recall this fact.

However, the fact that White Mitchell knew this so clearly was unnerving. This reach and power were simply terrifying.

His intuition told him that surrendering to White Mitchell was probably the best decision he’d made in his life, bar none!

With this realization, Longman responded without hesitation, “Yes, yes, indeed. The distributors of the Bright Corporation are all subsidiaries of my corporation. Whatever you command, Mr. Mitchell, I shall obey.”

White Mitchell then continued, “Tomorrow, direct all the distributors of the Bright Corporation to partner with the Jones Group and cooperate with none other than Sherry Jones! Remember, no one else!

Before sunset tomorrow, if I don’t see contracts signed by you laid out before me, you’ll no longer be necessary.”

Upon hearing this, Longman shuddered, then sternly replied, “Rest assured,

Mr. Mitchell! I will complete these tasks flawlessly and I’ll not disappoint you!

If I fail, you may cast me into the River Arch without a second thought, and I swear I will harbor no grievances!”