After Lord Horst issued his command, the entire room was quickly emptied, and all the surveillance cameras were turned off. Mike and some of the students were huddled together in a corner, shaking and not daring to move. They were well aware that things were getting serious. "You seem quite calm, kid. Don't you know you're in deep shit?" Lord Horst was surprised. Usually, people would be quaking in fear after hearing him order his men to clear out a place, but Dustin was oddly indifferent about this. He couldn't tell if Dustin was brave or just foolish. "Really? I can't tell." Dustin shrugged. "I might consider letting you live if you chop off one of your hands and beg for forgiveness, so you better not whine that I never gave you a chance, kid." Lord Horst drew out a knife and tossed it. The blade landed next to Dustin with a clang. "I'm also giving you a chance to scram with your idiot of a brother before I beat you two up," Dustin replied calmly. The room fell silent ins
"Your men seem to be quite useless. Isn't it my turn to attack now?" Dustin yawned lazily. Lord Horst's countenance grew somber, his expression turning grave. He knew almost every skilled fighter there was in Millsburg but was coming up blank when it came to Dustin. Could Dustin be from somewhere else? "I admire your fighting skills, kid, but I doubt you're skilled enough to stop a bullet." Lord Horst recovered from his shock and turned serious. "I've met people like you before, thinking they could cause trouble just because they had some skills. But in the end, all of them got shot to death. In this society, skills alone aren't enough. You still need power and family backgrounds. Would you like to make a bet with me? With just a few words, I can send you to prison." Edmund and the others began worrying for Dustin, who may be a good fighter but was still no match for Lord Horst. Putting the man's family connections aside, the men under his control alone should be more than Du
It was fortunate that Lord Horst hadn't taken things too far, or the consequences would have been dire."So, you agree to join my gang?" Lord Horst asked, lighting another cigarette after calming down."I don't mind joining, but I want to be the gang leader." Dustin shocked everyone with his words, causing Lord Horst's second cigarette to fall out of his mouth.Couldn't Dustin say something normal?"Are you nuts? Even my brother is only the assistant leader. What gives you the right to be the gang leader?" the suited man argued, displeased. Lord Horst took a deep breath and stuck another cigarette into his mouth before asking, "Do you have any idea how big Flame Dragon Gang is? People all over Millsburg are dying to get in, so what gives you, someone with no power or strong family background, the right to say something like that?" "This."With a flick of Dustin's finger, a beam of light shot towards the wall. An ear-splitting boom broke out as a meter-wide hole appeared in the
In a coffee shop across the street, Mike and his group hadn't left. Instead, they'd made themselves comfortable in the shop to enjoy the show. "Abigail, was that man your relative? He's so handsome and brave! He even dared to boss Lord Horst around." "She's right. With his looks and moves, he makes me feel so safe." The girls gathered together and gossiped, their voices turning into adoration when talking about Dustin. "So what if he can fight? In this day and age, the only things that matter are brains, connections, and family backgrounds." Mike humphed begrudgingly. "Besides, we don't even know if he can make it out of the place alive after offending Lord Horst, so what's there to brag about?" "He's right! That guy beat up Lord Horst's men and embarrassed Flame Dragon Gang. It doesn't matter how strong he is; he's still dead meat." "He's just a foolish brat who likes to show off." The boys grumbled unhappily in return, making the girls worry again. Dustin may be stron
"He actually got out?" Mike was stunned. He never expected Dustin to leave that place safely. He only made a casual call to his dad without expecting much. Since when had his father gotten so authoritative? "Um, are you all right?" Abigail was the first to walk out of the coffee shop and approach Dustin, the rest of the students following behind her."What could've happened?" Dustin splayed out his hands. "And why haven't you gone home yet?" "Abigail was worried you were going to be chopped up, so she wouldn't leave," Nina interjected. "Still, to think you managed to get out of there safely after upsetting Lord Horst. You sure are lucky, I'll give you that." "Is he very powerful? I went easy on him just now and didn't give him a beating." Dustin responded indifferently. "What? You wanted to give him a beating?" Nina rolled her eyes. "Are you crazy? Lord Horst is the assistant leader of Flame Dragon Gang, and he's got hundreds of men at his beck and call. No one could save yo
Located in an urban village was Enchanting Villa. As soon as Dustin and Abigail got out of the car, they spotted Edmund anxiously pacing the entrance. "Are you alright, Mr. Rhys?" Edmund was delighted when he saw them. "I called Ms. Ruth for help, but I'm surprised at how quickly she got you out of there." "Thanks, Mr. Robinson, but it wasn't necessary to bother the Harmon family with something so minor." Dustin smiled. "Minor?" Edmund's eye twitched. If crossing Nelson was a minor issue, then what would Dustin consider a major one? "How about you, Abigail?" Edmund turned his attention to his daughter. "It's none of your business. Don't ever show up in front of my classmates ever again!" Abigail spat, heading straight into the house. She was clearly still holding a grudge over how cowardly her father was. Edmund sighed. He was completely clueless about how to mend the relationship with his daughter. "Don't worry, Mr. Robinson. She'll understand you one of these days." Du
Dustin was rendered speechless. What else was he supposed to think when a girl willingly approached him at night? Too lazy to argue, Dustin merely asked, "What do you need?" "Judging from today's battle, you seem like a good fighter. How did you do that?" Abigail asked. "Ever heard of Elder-level martial artists? I'm one of them, so I can easily handle over three hundred opponents." Dustin answered nonchalantly. "Yeah, right. I doubt it." Abigail clearly didn't believe him. "Whatever. You probably can't comprehend what I'm telling you anyway. All you need to know is that I'm very powerful." Dustin summarised. Most ordinary citizens didn't know about martial artists, so even if they met one, they wouldn't be able to tell. "Fine. Can you teach me some moves? I'm not asking for much. I just want to be able to defeat a dozen men." Abigail looked at Dustin with hopeful eyes. "You want me to take you in as my disciple?" Dustin raised an eyebrow. "Ugh, you're so old-fashioned.
Early the next morning, Dustin received a phone call from Nelson when he woke up. "Hi, Mr. Rys. Are you up yet?" "I just woke up. What's up? Any results?" Dustin asked. "Our gang leader would like to meet you. We can slowly chat then." Nelson smiled apologetically. "Sure. Where?" Dustin responded bluntly. "At the Flame Dragon Dojo." "Alright. I'll be there soon." Dustin hung up, did a simple freshening up, and left in a taxi. He had already expected that the gang wouldn't give in so easily, and since he had some spare time on his hands, he didn't mind having some fun with them. After thirty minutes, his taxi pulled up in front of Flame Dragon Dojo. Dustin got out of the car, and Nelson immediately brought his men over to greet him with a smile. "Welcome, Mr. Rhys. This way, please." Dustin hummed and nodded in response, walking straight in. Hundreds of the gang's elites had gathered inside the dojo, each of them sturdily built and with ferocious attitudes. As soon a