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
"You must have a death wish for challenging the four of us, kid!" On the platform, the four bald men stared at Dustin intently with cold smiles. They've met countless skilled martial artists in Millsburg, but they had defeated all of those who challenged them. Dustin was not going to be any different. "Cut the chit-chat. Let's fight." Dustin kept his left hand behind his back and stretched out his right. "Since you're determined to die, let me help you!" One of the bald men couldn't wait any longer and dashed toward Dustin, throwing a punch at the man. The force and speed of his attack produced an audible whoosh. "What a powerful punch! It could kill someone easily!" "I take back what I said. He won't even last one punch!" The ladies were stunned by the bald man's strength. While Patrick didn't say much, he was secretly shaking his head. Each of the Four Guardians was a High-level martial artist, and a strike from any of them was enough to crush stones. Not many could wit
For a moment, the room fell into an eerie silence, stunned by what had transpired. "You should give up if that's all you've got." Dustin stretched, bored. "You're dead meat!" Pissed, the Four Guardians exchanged glances before launching themselves at Dustin again. This time, they gave it their all, aiming for his vital or vulnerable spots with firm attacks. "Humph!" With a mighty stomp, the ground beneath them gave way, forming a large pit. The commotion shook the entire dojo, and at the same time, extreme Divine Aura whirled around before heading straight toward the four brothers. Like they were being hit by a truck, the four men were thrown into the air, blood gushing out of their mouths and noses, before they landed on the floor heavily, passing out instantly. "Um …" The crowd gaped at the fallen men in disbelief. They couldn't believe that the Four Guardians of Flame Dragon Gang, who were all High-level martial artists who had never lost any battles, had been utterly
Harry's face lit up, and he hurriedly saluted. "All hail, Sir Rhys, our new leader!" "All hail, Sir Rhys!" The crowd quickly saluted as well. In the martial world, strength is paramount, and since Dustin had proven his strength, he now had the right to lead them. "Congrats, bro. What's your name?" Patrick stood up and saluted, wanting to befriend this young talented man. "Dustin Rhys." Dustin saluted back. "My name's Patrick Hill. Today's show was mind-boggling. Would you be interested in visiting the Hill family residence?" Patrick offered. "I'll be sure to visit when I'm free." Dustin returned the pleasantries, feeling quite fond of the other man. "Sir, why don't we take this opportunity to have a drink together? High Point Building next door is quite a nice place." Harry invited. "Sure." Dustin nodded and turned to look at Patrick. "Care to join us?" "It'd be my pleasure," Patrick answered with a smile. Thus, Harry led the group of people to the building next doo