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
"What? Three minutes?" Upon hearing that, Abigail was dumbfounded.Didn't he say it took ordinary martial artists a year or more to achieve the basic level? Even she, a once-in-a-century genius, took a day to cultivate her internal energy. To achieve it in a day was already worthy of being called a prodigy. Yet Dustin achieved it in three minutes? What should she call him?A monster?A freak?At this moment, she felt deeply shocked. Her earlier bit of pride evaporated into thin air."Are you... kidding me?" Abigail couldn't accept it. "Why would I lie to you? I gain nothing from it." Dustin shrugged and said calmly, "Besides, it's just talent. It doesn't represent strength. This world is never lacking in geniuses. The path of martial arts is arduous and long. To become a true powerhouse, both talent and effort are indispensable.""I understand! I'll work hard and catch up to you soon!" Abigail clenched her fist. Then she decisively ran upstairs and began her intense training.
"The gold is indeed tempting, but I don't like it. So I can't accept the conditions you just mentioned." Dustin shook his head."If you don't like gold, then name your price," Hector raised his chin."Mr. Harmon, forgive me for speaking frankly, but Natasha should decide her marriage herself. As her parent, you shouldn't forcefully interfere with such matters," Dustin said."What?" Hector frowned. "Are you teaching me how to do things?""I'm just speaking the truth." Dustin remained composed. "As parents, shouldn't you want your children's marriages to be happy?" "Hmph! What do you even know?" At this moment, Jessica couldn't hold back any longer. "Do you know who Natasha's fiancé is? He is Tyler Grant, a natural-born genius and the future rising star of the Dragonmarsh! Only by marrying him can Natasha have a good future!" "That should be up to Natasha to decide. If she doesn't want to marry him, you can't force her," Dustin argued reasonably."Are you implying a challenge
"Natasha is engaged to Tyler Grant?"As Dustin watched the departing vehicle, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. Clearly, this was a strategic alliance between two prominent families, and Natasha was the sacrificial pawn in this alliance. Born into a prestigious family, she enjoyed wealth and luxury but lost her freedom. At certain moments, she even had to make sacrifices for the sake of their family's interests. Of course, Dustin would never allow such a thing to happen. With that in mind, he took out his phone and dialed a particular number. "Hello, Nelson. Help me investigate someone.""No problem. May I ask who you want me to investigate, Sir Rhys?" Nelson asked."Tyler Grant.""Tyler Grant?" Nelson raised his voice upon hearing Dustin's words. "Sir Rhys, why do you want to investigate him?""Of course, to deal with him. Do you think I'm inviting him out for a meal?" Dustin replied impatiently."What?" Nelson froze in place, his voice trembling. "Sir Rhys, please don't
"Stop talking nonsense!" Autumn glared at him. "Uncle, I have a healing pill here. Shall we let Grandfather try it?" Patrick suddenly stepped forward from the crowd, holding a Gemiphen. He wouldn't take such a risk if his grandfather's condition weren't critical."A healing pill?" Torben furrowed his brow. "This thing looks suspicious. Where did you get it from?""A friend gave it to me," Patrick answered truthfully. "Hah! Your friends? They're a bunch of useless people." Torben sneered. "Take that pill away quickly, and stop embarrassing yourself here.""Grandfather's condition is not looking good right now. I want to give it a try. What if it actually works?" Patrick insisted. "I said it's not going to work! Take it away!" Torben slapped the Gemiphen out of Patrick's hand. "You—" Patrick frowned."What? You got a problem? Should we settle it with a fight?" Torben clenched his fist, displaying his robust muscles. Patrick was known to be a weakling in their family. Torben c
Looking at the crushed Gemiphen, Nicholas was heartbroken and furious. He didn't care about his image anymore and immediately threw himself to the ground, collecting the powder bit by bit.It left everyone dumbfounded. Was it necessary to make such a fuss over a broken pill?"Mr. Turner, what's going on?" Spring was perplexed. People from Stoneray Valley were usually proud and arrogant. They had never lost their composure like that. "What's going on? How dare you ask me such a question?" Nicholas angrily retorted, "How can you destroy a panacea? This is a very rare pill. Such a waste! Who is the idiot who did this?!""Mr. Turner, are you mistaken? How could this black, broken thing be a panacea?" Torben looked skeptical. "You're such a fool!" Nicholas stared at him like he was an idiot. "What you call a broken thing is the Golden Crow Pill, a holy medicine for healing! It specializes in treating various internal injuries and chronic ailments. Your grandfather's life could have b