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
"Sir Rhys, you're taking things too far." Harry's smile slowly turned cold. No one could stand taunts like that, no matter how well-mannered they were. "Aren't we friends? Shouldn't I help you in times of trouble? After all, helping others makes me happy." Dustin's smile was still happy as ever. "I don't need your help on this, Sir Rhys. I can take care of it myself. Let's drink." Harry struggled to keep the smile on his face and quickly changed the subject. Still, Dustin didn't let go of the topic. "Why don't you ask her what she thinks? Who knows? She might agree." "Hey! That's enough!" The ladies could no longer hold back. "Who knew you're such a disgusting man under that nice-looking face? How could you keep your eye on someone else's woman?" "Exactly. Just because you're powerful doesn't mean that you can humiliate others like this. You're crossing the line!" "Search for a prostitute elsewhere instead of putting us off." As women, they felt utterly disgusted by D
The ladies shrank away from the table in terror. Nelson, looking as though he'd seen a ghost, immediately pulled away, worried that Dustin might suddenly kill him as well. The only one left calmly sitting in his seat was Patrick. "Can I know what you have against Harry?" Patrick asked cooly. "Nothing." Dustin shook his head. "Then, do you have a grudge against him?" "Nope." "Then, why did you kill him?" "Because he deserved to die." "And the reason?" Patrick pressed. He despised people who killed others without reason. No matter how powerful those people might be, they didn't deserve to be his friends. "Mr. Hill, doesn't the vodka smell wonderful?" Instead of answering Patrick's question, Dustin countered with a question of his own. "Why does that matter?" Patrick frowned. "It smells extremely delicious. Too delicious, in fact." Dustin pulled out a silver needle and stuck it into the glass. When he drew the needle back out, the tip had already turned black! "It's
Now that Harry was dead, Nelson, the assistant leader, successfully took over and replaced him as the one in charge of the Flame Dragon Gang. With thousands of disciples and hundreds of elite members, the Flame Dargon Gang was a significant force in the entire Millsburg. It would be easier for Dustin to do things in Millsburg with the Flame Dragon Gang backing him up. "Dustin, although you are now the leader of Flame Dragon Gang, you might still face some troubles ahead," Patrick reminded him as they walked out of High Point Building. "Troubles? What do you mean?" Dustin asked curiously. "Harry didn't rise to power from nothing. He always had someone backing him up. By killing Harry, you'll definitely offend that person," Patrick said. "Oh? Who is this person?" Dustin asked. "Terry Doyle, the eldest son of the Doyle family." "Terry Doyle? I haven't heard of him." Dustin shook his head. "I can tell that you're not local. Everyone here knows Terry, but I must tell you, that
Just as he entered the house, Abigail ran toward him and shouted excitedly, "Uncle! I did it. I did it!" "What do you mean?" Dustin was shocked. "Are you pregnant?" How could she get pregnant at such a young age? This girl was too wild. "Gosh! Of course not! I'm still a virgin!" Abigail retorted, rolling her eyes. "Why are you so excited if you're not pregnant?" Dustin was speechless. She shocked him for a second. "Didn't you teach me the cultivation technique last night? Well, I'm thrilled to announce that I have successfully cultivated my internal energy!" Abigail said, beaming with joy."What? So soon?" Surprised, Dustin frowned. Usually, it would take an average martial artist at least a year or more to cultivate internal energy. Even for exceptionally talented individuals, it would still take several months to grasp the basics. Yet, Abigail claimed to have achieved it overnight. Did she master it that fast? Dustin was skeptical and reached out to feel her pulse. Ind