"You rarely see a decent man who's from Boulderthorn. They're all bullies." "That's a pity. I wonder if Dustin could survive this." Some martial artists started worrying about Dustin's fate. As the grassroots, they would rather Dustin win the battle. Given how conceited and bold they were, it would be great if someone could teach Boulderthorn a lesson. However, it was a tough feat to beat Tatum due to his killer technique—the Blade of Gale. "You little rascal, I have to admit that you're quite something. You've forced me to use the blade. Alas, this shall be the end of it. Dying under my blade today shall be an honor for you." Tatum waved the brass ring saber with a sharp look in his eyes. He handled the heavy weapon weighing hundreds of pounds like it was a strand of straw, showing off the strength of his bicep. "Just cut to the chase and come at me." Dustin wiggled his fingers, a provocative gesture to get Tatum to start the fight. "You're asking for it!" The look in Tatum'
The audience was split in their reactions toward Dustin's victory. Cheers exploded around Dustin, but some spectators seemed sour at the outcome. "Fuck! Who's that guy? How could Tatum lose to him?" a surly and fearful Brody hissed. "Whoever he is, let's get out of here before he notices us!" After the initial shock, Luther dared not stay a minute longer and planned his immediate escape. "Stand still!" Dustin turned around and instantly spotted the few suspicious-looking men. "Luther Williams, did I tell you to leave?" "Dustin Rhys, I'm the second-in-command at Boulderthorn. You'd better steer clear of me!" Luther warned him with a stern look. At the critical moment, he had no choice but to use the Boulderthorn name as protection. "The second-in-command? Hah …" Dustin scoffed and remarked, "Do you think I'd be scared of the second-in-command when I couldn't care less about the guildmaster?" "What do you want?" Luther's expression sank. "Give up your practice, and I'll spa
It was noon. At the clubhouse of the Hummer's residence, Edwin Hummer was struck on the head with a wine bottle. Blood trickled down his body, along with the merlot. "Hummer! I was screwed because of you!" Tatum sat on the couch; his features contorted in anger. "Didn't you say that Dustin Rhys was a nobody? Why was he that powerful? Did you lie to me on purpose?" At his mentor's request, Tatum had shown up to avenge Joshua Hummer. In the beginning, he thought he could show off his talent, but he was badly defeated in the end. Not only that, his core was destroyed. He had all the reason to be mad. "Sir Thunders, in my records, Dustin Rhys did not come from a remarkable background. It wasn't wrong to describe him as a nobody. As for his actual abilities, I recall giving you a heads up, but you didn't take it seriously," Edwin murmured with his head hung low. "Are you blaming me for being weak?" Tatum glowered at him. If he weren't hurt, he would have taught Edwin a lesson. "In
In the evening, Dustin was focused on drug research at the Peaceful Medical Centre when a silver Bentley rolled to a stop at the entrance. The door opened, and Natasha, dressed in a bodycon silver dress, strutted out, her hips swaying alluringly as she walked. "Dear, I'm here …" She entered the medical center with a sweet smile and took Dustin by his arm. "Let's go! I'll bring you out to have a nice dinner tonight!" "A nice dinner? Where to?" He was curious, but she dragged him into her car without further explanation. "You'll know when we're there." The car cruised at a steady speed down the streets. Forty minutes later, it parked in front of the entrance of a high-end recreational club. "Ms. Harmon, you're here! Please come with me," one of the ushers led the way as the other ushers lined up and bowed to the guests. They shuffled up to the restaurant on the second floor and made their way to a spacious private lounge, where a couple of young men and women had congregated. The
Zeke's jaw dropped to the floor. Not only was Dustin not an alumnus of a prestigious institution, but he also did not attend university. Was he even a good match for Natasha? "Natasha, what's going on? You didn't drag a random man here just to shut us up, did you?" Zoey was displeased, for she believed that a doctor from an ordinary medical center wasn't worthy of sharing a dinner table with their group. "Stop acting funny. Dustin is an expert in medicine and martial arts. You'll know soon." Natasha puffed her chest with a smile. "Natasha, I'm sorry, but you'd be better off dating me if you were giving this doctor a chance," Gordon finally spoke up half-jokingly. He had once pursued Natasha but was turned down. Now that Natasha got her eyes on an ordinary doctor, he started to think he had a chance because he felt that he was way better than Dustin. After all, the Flynn family was one of the elites in Balerno."Right, Natasha, I think Gordon's pretty decent. He stayed single jus
"Guys! Take her!" Under the man's orders, the two bodyguards stepped forward, ready to act. "Hold on!" Zeke stood up suddenly and hissed, "Adriana is my schoolmate. I don't care who you are. You need to get the fuck out right now, or I won't go easy on you!" "That's right! The audacity to take her in our presence!" Gordon slammed the table with an imposing air. Adriana was a rising star, crowned the queen of entertainment, and she rivaled Natasha in the looks department. Of course, the guys would not give up on the opportunity to save the damsel in distress. "Sir, this has nothing to do with you. Stay out of it!" the middle-aged man warned the guys icily. "Hmph! We see it as our business! Get out of here if you don't want to die!" Zeke bellowed at them. "Throw these jerks out!" the middle-aged man roared, and the two bodyguards went to work. Seeing that, Zeke and Gordon confidently took on one bodyguard each. Zeke's style was more of a street gangster's—he ruthlessly hit the
Had it not been for her seniors' protection, Adriana believed she would have fallen into the abyss. "How dare these bastards force you into such filthy deals? That's shameless!" Zeke was indignant after hearing her account. "Hmph! They're just an entertainment agency. How dare they do that to you? Do they think they are above the law?" Gordon fumed and promised, "Adriana, do not worry. We will see this through. No matter who your boss is, we won't go easy on him!" "That's right! We will surely avenge you!" the others chimed in, looking as though they were ready for a battle. "Thank you." Tears of gratitude streamed down Adriana's face. "By the way, Adriana, what's the name of your boss?" Natasha suddenly asked. "I only know that Langford is his last name. I don't know anything else," Adriana answered."Langford?" The friends exchanged glances, and after connecting the dots, they appeared terrified. "That can't be it! Is he from the Langford family of Glenstead?" The aris
Zeke almost toppled over from the slap by the middle-aged man. "You …" Zeke gritted his teeth, a scowl forming on his face after being humiliated in front of everyone. However, his hands were tied because the men outnumbered him and came with the backing of the Langfords. "My friend, let's not burn bridges. What's the point of coming at us?" Gordon frowned and intervened. "Fuck you!" The man grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it on Gordon's head. The beer was everywhere in an instant, and Gordon was bleeding from the head. "That's too much!" Zoey jumped out and protested, "Do you know who you just hit? He's the son of the Flynn family—Gordon Flynn!" "I don't care wherever the fuck he's from. He's dead meat if he gets into trouble with the Langfords." The man was ferocious. Zoey choked on anger. "Y-y-you'd better not be a bully!" "What if I am a bully? Whoever tries to step up today will stand in the firing line!" The man gestured, and his bodyguards drew their swords. Thei