All Chapters of Kingsman's Return: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
20 chapters
Wasted Love
Downtown Los Angeles, a backstreet in the old district.The midday sun blazed down on the ground, baking everything mercilessly. The air was thick with heat waves and the smell of car exhaust. Adam Walker gripped the handles of his rickshaw, body bent forward, waiting for customers at the busiest intersection of the old district. His white T-shirt was soaked through with sweat, clinging to his body and outlining his solid muscle. The cuffs were frayed, but he couldn't bear to buy a new one—every penny had to be saved."Hey, Walker! Come here!"Across the street, a fat man in a floral shirt and a cigar in his mouth waved at him. That was his boss, Tony Moretti—the notoriously stingy contractor in the old district who specialized in exploiting workers without status or connections.Adam pulled the rickshaw and ran over: "Mr. Moretti, what's the matter?"Tony pulled a wad of crumpled bills from his pocket, licked his finger, counted out a few, and handed them to Adam: "This month's wages
Who Am I?
"Wow, you really didn't know." Lucy rolled her eyes. "My cousin told me yesterday. You two are done. She's with Marcus now. Marcus Sterling. He just bought her a BMW yesterday."Adam felt his head buzz.Divorce? Grace was divorcing him? She had never said a word to him about it."You're lying." Adam's voice trembled slightly."Lying? Go check the house yourself if you don't believe me." Lucy snorted. "My aunt is probably packing up your things right now. What can you even do besides having some brute strength? Pull rickshaws? Carry bricks? My cousin was cursed for marrying you in the first place."Adam didn't answer. He turned around mechanically and pulled the rickshaw forward, his mind in chaos.He thought she loved him. He thought that after three years of sacrifice, she would finally give him her heart.But he was wrong.Forty minutes later, Adam abandoned the rickshaw and rushed up to the third floor of that old apartment building on Wilshire Boulevard.The door was unlocked.Dol
Ex-wife
New York Bank, the most mysterious private bank in Manhattan's financial district.Their client list was never made public. It was said that the minimum deposit was ten million dollars. In this city, the name "New York Bank" was itself a symbol of status.Adam Walker ran all the way.He was shirtless, wearing those worn sneakers on his bare feet, carrying a black garbage bag on his shoulder, running breathlessly through the streets of Manhattan. Passersby turned their heads—where was this dirty vagrant going?The New York Bank building was just ahead.Adam pushed open the heavy glass door. Before he could step inside, a security guard in a black uniform blocked him."Stop right there." The guard frowned, looking him up and down. "This is a private bank. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed inside.""I'm here to do some business," Adam said.The guard snorted: "Do business? Do you know what kind of place this is?"As a security guard at New York Bank, Jack Wilson had seen plenty of r
Black Card
"Diamond... Diamond Black Card?" Her voice trembled slightly.Adam froze.He looked down at the unremarkable black card in his hand. Deep black all over, with a diamond pattern on its face. This card had lain in his garbage bag for three years. He had never given it a second glance.Could it be that the woman named Sarah Jenkins was telling the truth? Had he really been an incredibly wealthy person before?Viola took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. After a moment, she quickly composed herself and gave Adam a sincere, respectful smile: "Esteemed Diamond Card client, the guard's rudeness was a failure of our service. I will deal with him and give you a satisfactory resolution."The security guard, Jack, turned pale.Clang—The baton fell from his hand, and his whole body trembled: "Es... esteemed Diamond Card client, I... I..."Although he was just a security guard, he knew exactly what the Diamond Black Card meant. Since its founding, New York Bank had reportedly issued fe
Billionaire
The numbers on the tablet screen in front of Adam were dazzlingly clear.It started with 12, followed by eight zeros.1.2 billion dollars.Adam's mind went blank.Ten minutes ago, he was a rickshaw puller haggling with a contractor over eighty dollars, living in the janitor's room of an old apartment building, eating the cheapest fast food. Now, 1.2 billion dollars had crashed down on him, leaving him stunned.He leaned back on the leather sofa and stared at that number for a long time."Mr. Walker?" Viola Sinclair said softly. "Are you alright?"Adam didn't answer. His ears were ringing. Only one thought filled his mind—the woman named Sarah Jenkins hadn't lied to him.He really had been very wealthy. No, not had been—he still was very wealthy.The people who had mocked him, looked down on him, abandoned him because he was poor—if only they knew.Grace's face appeared before him. She had taken Marcus's arm and looked at him with disgust, calling him a useless nobody.If she knew ther
Counterattack
"Tony." Adam walked over.Tony turned around, saw him, and glared: "Where the hell did you run off to? I'm docking you two days' pay! If you don't like it, get lost!"Adam took a deep breath: "I'm just here to get my things. I'll leave after I get them.""Get your things?" Tony sneered. "What could you possibly have in that janitor's room worth taking? A few rags? Oh, by the way—what's in that garbage bag? Did you steal something from my rickshaw stand?"Adam ignored his provocation and walked straight toward the janitor's room."Hold on." Tony blocked him. "If you leave, who's going to take that group of clients?""That's your problem," Adam said calmly.Tony's expression changed. He had been throwing his weight around on this street for years, and no one had ever dared talk to him like that."Adam—" A burly Black man strode over and grabbed Adam's arm.Jerome Washington. Adam's only friend at the rickshaw stand."Don't fight with him," Jerome said in a low voice. "He's got his broth
Friendship
Old district, outside Moretti Rickshaw Stand.Adam picked up an old backpack from the janitor's room and dusted it off. This was all he had accumulated over three years—a few old clothes, a pair of worn sneakers, an old wallet, and a faded photograph.Jerome stood beside him with a worried expression and sighed: "Adam, you were too impulsive. Tony has been around this area for years and knows a lot of people. If we've offended him, it'll be hard for us to find work in the old district again. And the wages he owes us—he'll probably just keep them.""Grace and I are already divorced," Adam said calmly."What?" Jerome was taken aback. "Divorced?""Yeah. To be precise, I was kicked out." Adam smiled bitterly and lifted the old backpack in his hand. "I signed the divorce papers this morning. They packed up all my things and threw them out.""Well..." Jerome opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.He had known Adam since Adam woke up with amnesia three years ago. He knew how much Adam ca
Regret
Jerome was stunned. He looked at Tony, then at Adam beside him, swallowed hard, and felt like his brain couldn't keep up.Tony ran up to Adam, panting heavily. His fat face was covered in sweat, whether from running or from nerves. He tremblingly pulled out a box of cigars from his pocket, opened it, and offered one to Adam."Mr. Walker, Mr. Walker, here, have a cigar." Tony's voice shook, and the fawning smile on his face was a world away from his usual mean expression.Adam didn't take it. He looked down at the deposit notification on his phone, confirmed the amount, then transferred the extra portion back to Tony."I'll only take what I'm owed," Adam said calmly."Mr. Walker, I was wrong. I'm really sorry." Tony nodded and bowed, sweat streaming down his cheeks. "Can you please let me off the hook this once? I promise, from now on—""What you did has nothing to do with me," Adam interrupted him. "I just came to get the money I'm owed. As for the rest—"He looked at Tony, his tone f
Acquisition
"You're being completely unreasonable," Jerome said, unable to hold back any longer.Lucy glanced at him and snorted: "What business is it of yours? A rickshaw puller butting in?"Jerome wanted to say more, but Adam stopped him with a hand. He looked at Lucy, his tone calm but carrying a hint of coldness: "I can't be bothered arguing with you. But remember this—you, Grace, and all your relatives will regret this someday.""Regret?" Lucy laughed like she'd heard a good joke. "Why? Because you're going to make something of yourself pulling rickshaws?"Adam couldn't be bothered to waste more words on her. He exhaled: "Jerome, let's go.""Stop right there!" Lucy saw Adam trying to leave and put her hands on her hips. "You damaged my scooter. You need to pay for it. And pick up these papers from the ground!"Adam felt a surge of anger.These people—they were so used to bullying him.He exhaled slowly, ignored Lucy, turned, and left with Jerome."Hmph! Useless!" Watching Adam's back, Lucy c
Mysterious Box
"Absolutely no problem," Viola answered quickly. "The company's market value is around twenty million dollars. You have more than enough cash on hand.""Alright then," Adam said. "I don't know much about acquisitions. Could I hire you to handle it for me? We can discuss your compensation. And the sooner, the better."Viola smiled slightly: "No problem. I'll have it done by the end of today. You can just sign the contracts tomorrow.""Thank you," Adam said, then hung up.A smile spread across his face.Lucy's expression would be priceless when she found him sitting in her company's boss's office.He let the thought drift through his mind, then got up and left Jerome's place, planning to go retrieve that wooden box first.He stepped out and, out of habit, took the subway.Three years of frugality had turned it into a habit.When he reached the apartment complex, he went straight to the house—no, the former house.At the door, he pulled out his keys and was about to open it when he reali