The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power
Chapter 529 Who Are You Working For?

Seeing that the people in the queue were stepping aside, Trevon smirked in triumph.

He had anticipated this. As soon as he mentioned the 150 million deposit, no one would continue to object.

He waved at Kingsley and called, "Mr. Nicholson, you can proceed now!"

However, what Trevon didn't expect was that the old lady didn't care whether someone was making a deposit of 150 million or 15 dollars.

All she wanted was to quickly transfer the seven grand so that she could receive her prize money.

In a tantrum, she shouted, "I don't care! You must make the transfer for me today! Otherwise, I won't be able to get my prize money!"

Trevon's face turned surly. "Old lady, if you cause any more trouble, I'll call the cops!"

"Cops? Why would you call the cops?" The old woman panicked.

"I haven't done anything illegal! What right do you have to call the cops to arrest me?"

She sat down on the ground and wailed. "I finally won such a big prize in my life! Why are you all bullying an old lady like me?"

At that moment, Kingsley approached and slowly squatted down. "Ma'am, please calm down and think carefully. Have you participated in any lottery recently?"

His voice was calm but carried an undeniable air of authority.

He didn't intimidate the old lady with fear. Nonetheless, he stopped her from wailing instantly.

The old lady looked at him and whispered, "I... I didn't participate in any lottery. The TV station called me and said that I won the first prize though. Can the TV station be lying?" "Could you give me the phone number of the TV station?" He extended his palm at her.

"What do you want it for? Are you trying to steal my prize money away?" The old woman backed away.

"No, I just want to help," replied Kingsley firmly.

Gazing into Kingsley's light brown eyes, the old lady inexplicably felt a sense of trust.

Shakily, she took out an elderly mobile phone from her pocket. "After you've seen the number, can you help me make the transfer?"

Kingsley took the phone and replied, "After I make this call, you probably won't need to transfer the money anymore."

Upon saying that, he opened the recent call log.

The old lady pointed to the first landline number. "It's this one, the phone number of Cleapolis TV Station."

Without any hesitation, Kingsley pressed the dial button.

Meanwhile, inside the counter, Trevon slapped his thigh in frustration.

Isn't it obvious that this is a scam?!

With such background, why would Mr. Nicholson waste his time on this old lady?!

Ring ring ring.

After a few rings, someone picked up the phone on the other end.

"Hello, Ms. Baker, have you made the transfer yet? There is a time limit for this prize.

"If you don't complete the said transfer by 5 p.m. today, your prize will be canceled!"

Kingsley stood up slowly and asked coldly, "Is this Cleapolis TV Station? May I ask what prize did Ms. Baker win?"

Hearing Kingsley's voice, the man on the other end of the line seemed taken aback.

"W-Who are you? Isn't this the old lady's phone?"

"I'm a passerby. Can I also join your lottery?" Kingsley said lightly.

There was a brief silence on the other end. Then, a threatening voice came.

"Young man, I'm warning you. Don't interfere with our affairs! Otherwise, you'd better watch out when you walk alone at night!"

Kingsley chuckled and mocked, "You guys are so unprofessional. Did you just reveal yourselves after a few words? Are you just starting out in the fraud business?" "D*mn it! Who cares about professionalism?!" The man became furious and roared, "If you meddle any further, believe me, I'll kill your whole family!" "Nah, you're seventeen years too late." Kingsley sneered coldly.

"So, tell me. Who are you working for? Jarett Cole? Or the Seven Legends? Or perhaps you're a newcomer from elsewhere trying to make a name for yourselves?"