“You don’t need money? Then what do you need?” Clark asked exasperatedly.
He felt a little frustrated and irritated, the king of demolition that he envisioned and the one in reality deferred so much that he felt like life was playing tricks with him.
According to the king of demolition, his real name did not matter, that he should be called either Thunder or King, anyone that they found convenient.
Clark didn’t know how he did it, but when he heard King ask for him when Diana tried to start negotiations, he knew that they were already exposed.
Trying to beat around the bush would not solve the problem, it would only waste useful time, so he decided to bite the bullet and go there himself to meet him.
What he didn’t expect was that as soon as he got there, King would suddenly get up in shock. He thought that this was another trick, but the shock on the fellow’s face could not be faked, which left him perplexed.