God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 166: Carl Ruffelo's Attitude

Carl Ruffelo froze for a moment, then incredulously turned to look at the chubby boy beside him. The look in his eyes was clear.

Did someone kill Jonathan King?

The chubby boy was equally stunned and quickly shook his head.

Suddenly, he thought of Alexander. A conflict between them seemed entirely possible!

Did Alex actually kill Jonathan King?

Over the past half year since graduation, the chubby boy had killed quite a few people in White Mountain City. His first time killing left him vomiting for three days and nights. He often felt melancholy, realizing he had become entirely different from ordinary people.

He had even considered that when he saw Alexander again, they might no longer have anything in common.

One had become a decisive captain in the Security Division, while the other had returned to farming as a simple peasant.

They no longer lived in the same world.

For this, the chubby boy had often felt regretful.

But never had he expected Alexander to strike so ruthlessly, killing Jonathan King just like that?!

More ruthless, more decisive than me! Alex is incredible!

Mr. King pointed a finger at Carl Ruffelo and angrily shouted: "Don't play dumb with me! I have informants in Happy Valley! The killer was with a woman and your precious son!"

"If you don't hand him over today, we're not done here!"

Mr. King's forehead throbbed visibly.

Half an hour earlier, someone had brought him the news: his son had been killed in the street! After bringing his son's body home, Mr. King had been devastated by grief and consumed with rage.

He wanted revenge.

So, deep in the night, he barged into the Security Division building.

Carl Ruffelo crossed his arms and watched Mr. King's theatrics with a mocking smile.

"What kind of trick are you trying to pull? Your son had eight D-level bodyguards by his side! Who in White Mountain City could kill him so easily?"

"If you're trying to move into the Security Division, just say it. Don't play games!"

Carl Ruffelo had always been wary of Mr. King. As a result, Mr. King had been living in his own villa instead of moving into the Security Division all these years.

White Mountain City was divided into two factions: Mr. King's group lived outside the Security Division, while Carl Ruffelo's faction resided within it.

There was a saying among the city's elite: Whoever lives in the Security Division leads White Mountain City.

The Security Division had become akin to the imperial throne.

Mr. King, seated and panting heavily, glared venomously.

"If I don't get justice today, I'll fight you to the death! I'll mobilize all my resources in the city and go all out against you!"

Carl Ruffelo frowned. Mr. King didn't seem to be lying.

He signaled to a guard to investigate the matter.

Before long, the guard returned and whispered a few words into Carl Ruffelo's ear.

Carl Ruffelo's expression froze as he cast a disbelieving glance at the chubby boy.

The guard had reported that the one who killed Jonathan King and his bodyguards was a friend of Mark.

Considering Jonathan King had several D-level bodyguards, this meant Mark's friend was at least a C-level expert with high spirit.

If this person was indeed C-level and highly capable, they would have had the ability to travel from the North Sea to White Mountain City.

Carl Ruffelo immediately felt a sense of appreciation for such a talent.

Recruiting such a promising young individual would be like adding wings to a tiger!

Carl Ruffelo pulled up a chair and sat beside Mr. King. After a moment of deliberation, he asked softly: "My dear nephew is really dead?"

Mr. King slammed the table and shouted angrily: "Do you think I would joke about my son's death? I brought twelve C-level experts with me today! Does it look like I'm joking?!"

"Don't think about protecting the killer! If you don't give me justice today, we're both going down!"

Carl Ruffelo clicked his tongue and thought about comforting Mr. King.

After all, the extraordinary plant was still in Mr. King's possession.

Carl Ruffelo patted Mr. King's shoulder and sighed: "Mr. King, losing a child is a pain I understand. But you're still young. You can have another."

Mr. King's eyes widened in fury. "Why don't you kill your son and have another one?!"

Carl Ruffelo blinked innocently. "I don't have a wife! Unlike you, who just married a sixteen-year-old girl a few days ago."

Seeing the murderous glare from Mr. King, Carl Ruffelo realized he had misspoken.

He quickly backtracked.

"Mr. King, life and death are part of life. You must accept it. Jonathan was like my own son. Whoever killed him is as good as having killed my Mark!

Rest assured, I'll take this matter seriously and bring the true culprit to justice for you."

"I'll personally take care of my nephew's funeral," Carl Ruffelo said solemnly.

"I'll have Mark crawl on his knees all the way from the Security Division to your house to send Jonathan off properly!"

His words carried a sense of righteousness, but Carl Ruffelo's true intention was to shield Alexander.

It was all just lip service to Mr. King.

Mr. King wasn't fooled and could easily detect Carl Ruffelo's insincerity.

He took a deep breath, then let out a thunderous roar: "Patrol team!"

The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, and soon over a dozen officers in traffic and security uniforms stood at the door.

These patrol officers were responsible for maintaining order in the city, and every one of them was at least C-rank.

Carl Ruffelo's expression darkened.

Most of his elite fighters were stationed at the city walls, strengthening defenses.

In contrast, Mr. King kept his strongest personnel close for self-protection or power struggles.

Carl Ruffelo despised Mr. King's approach of hoarding C-rank experts for personal gain.

In this post-apocalyptic world, what's the point of such petty schemes?

Mr. King had always aimed to become the head of the Security Division, but Carl Ruffelo doubted that mindset could protect White Mountain City.

Even if it could, for how long?

Because Carl Ruffelo prioritized city defense, few experts were left at the Security Division, with only one C-rank officer on guard.

If Mr. King really decided to go all out, Carl Ruffelo might not be able to stop him.

Worse, Carl Ruffelo couldn't afford to act rashly.

Any use of his powers could alert the monsters outside the city, who were highly attuned to fluctuations.

If he depleted too much of his spirit, what would happen if the monsters attacked in that moment of weakness?

Moreover, he needed to conserve his strength to counter the mysterious figure backing Mr. King.

Years of fighting monsters had also left Carl Ruffelo with lingering injuries, making it impossible to wield his abilities as freely as in his youth.

After some internal deliberation, Carl Ruffelo decided to placate Mr. King for now.

"Mr. King, let's not rush to find the killer. Give me some time.

For now, let's focus on laying Jonathan to rest.

From now on, consider my son as your own. How about that?"

Mr. King suddenly stood, kicking his chair into pieces.

Pointing an accusatory finger at Carl Ruffelo, he roared viciously: "Who wants your worthless son?! Go to hell!

My son is dead! Is it so hard to demand the killer?!"

The twelve patrol officers immediately drew their weapons.

Carl Ruffelo's face darkened, arcs of electricity crackling at the corners of his eyes.

The oppressive aura of a B-rank powerhouse descended upon the room.

"Mr. King!" Carl Ruffelo thundered. "I've been speaking politely to you because you've lost your son!

Don't push your luck!

Let me make this clear: I'm protecting that young man, Alexander!

If you want money or power, we can talk. But I'll see who dares to touch someone under my protection in White Mountain City!"

Carl Ruffelo's commanding tone radiated dominance, shocking the twelve C-rank patrol officers into silence.

One of them finally mustered the courage to speak, though hesitantly: "What are we afraid of?

Carl Ruffelo's injured and might not be our match.

If we all attack together, we can avenge…"

The words "avenge the young master" were barely out of his mouth when Carl Ruffelo casually tossed an unused tissue from the table at the man's face.

"Young master?

Are you taking a paycheck from the Security Division or from the King family?

Are you security officers or King family goons?!

My outstanding officers are fighting monsters at the city walls, risking their lives!

And here you are, cowards hiding under their protection, fooling around with women in the city!

What gives you the right to raise your voice at me in the Security Division?"

When it came to verbal sparring, Carl Ruffelo had never lost to anyone in his life.

The patrol officer was left speechless, withdrawing his head in shame, unable to respond.

At that moment, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the hallway.

The patrol officers turned and saw two figures walking steadily toward them.

One was a young man in a black trench coat, and the other, a woman with wavy hair wearing a white T-shirt.

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