"Natasha, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? Come on, I'll treat you t
o dinner." Dustin did not answer her and changed the topic instead.
"Now that you mention it, I am feeling a bit hungry. Father, shall we go
grab a bite?" Natasha turned around to ask Rufus.
"Don't worry about them. We'll
go get dinner, just the two of us," Dustin insisted.
"Well…" Natasha paused. She could sense that something was off between th
e two.
"Natasha, go ahead and enjoy your meal together. We, old folks, won't tag
along and ruin your fun. Run along now." Rufus smiled and nodded at her.
"Alright, Father. We'll be quick and buy some food back for you." Natasha
did not try to pry further. After she made sure they
were alright, she left with Dustin.
All was quiet in the car before Natasha broke the silence. "Your father…
Did you have a fallout with him?"
"A fallout?" Dustin laughed dryly. "If only it was that simple, things wo
uld be much easier."
"So then
what is it? Can you tell me?" Natasha coaxed softly. She had never seen s
uch a melancholy expression on Dustin.
"Say, if a man's wife and son were harmed, and he did absolutely nothing
about it, do you even still consider him a man?" Dustin did not straight
up tell Natasha what had happened between him and
his father, but he threw her a hypothetical situation instead.
"Well, could it be possible that the man had his
dilemmas too?" Natasha asked warily.
"As long as he puts his mind to it, there isn't anything that he can't do
. Dilemmas? They're just excuses." Dustin shook his head.
"As I have not experienced what you've been through, I'm not in a positio
n to offer you any advice. However, I do believe that one day, all truths
will come to light."
"Forget it. Let's not talk about this anymore. Where do you
want to have dinner tonight?" Dustin changed the topic yet again.
"Shall we go to Hillview Restaurant?" Natasha suggested with a smile.
"Sure!" Dustin nodded. Then, with a step on
the accelerator, they sped off towards Hillview Restaurant.
As the car went around a bend, there was suddenly a loud bang. They seeme
d to have hit something.
"Oh no! We've run someone over!" Natasha paled. She saw clearly through t
he rearview mirror that an old lady was groaning in pain in
the middle of the road.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" The moment Dustin pulled the car over, Natasha
rushed out of the car and hurried over to check on the old lady. But just
as her hand touched the old
lady's shoulder, the old lady leaped up and pulled out a dirk, intending
to stab Natasha with it.
Utterly shocked by the turn of events, Natasha failed to duck in time. Ju
st as she thought that would be the end of her, a hand reached over and g
rabbed the blade of the dirk. With a forceful jerk, the dirk snapped into
two.
"Who sent you?" Dustin stared icily at the old lady, chucking the blade a
way as it clattered to the ground.
"You have
a bounty of a hundred billion on your head, and she has ten billion on he
rs. What a waste! I was just inches away from having ten billion dollars
in my pocket." The old lady cackled maniacally, showing off her yellow te
eth.
"A Bounty Killer." Dustin squinted. Edwin Hummer had offered a bounty of
a hundred billion dollars to have Dustin killed. Though they had put an e
nd to the Hummers, Edwin Hummer was still alive, so the bounty had yet to
be called off.
The old lady sniggered evilly. "Since you know that I'm a Bounty Killer,
then you should understand that today is the day you meet your maker!"
"You wish to kill us? Just you alone?" Dustin asked contemptuously.
"There's such a huge bounty for you! Of course, I'm not the only one afte
r you! Look around you!" The old lady lifted her chin to the side.
Dustin looked in the direction she signaled to find that they
had been surrounded. He could see that eight figures were closing in on t
hem. Though there weren't many of them, they were all adept assassins.
"I know you're gifted, young man, so I deliberately sent for the Eight Gi
ants
today. Skilled as you may be, you stand no chance against them! The more
you struggle, the more suffering you'll put yourself through, so don't ev
en think about escaping," the old lady taunted.
"The Eight Giants? Are they powerful?" Dustin was unfazed.
"Hah! Are they powerful? Truth be told, young man, once the Eight Giants
have their eyes set on someone, not a single one of their targets has eve
r escaped alive!" She announced confidently.
The moment she finished speaking, Dustin flicked his wrist, and a loud wh
ooshing sound was heard. Immediately, the Eight Giants stopped in their t
racks and crashed heavily to the ground. On closer inspection, there was
a silver needle buried smack in the middle of each of their foreheads.
All eight of them died right then and there.