"Your men seem to be quite useless. Isn't it my turn to attack now?" Dust
in yawned lazily.
Lord Horst's countenance grew somber, his expression turning grave. He kn
ew 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 ca
use trouble just because
they had some skills. But in the end, all of them got shot to death. In t
his 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 alo
ne should be more than Dustin can
handle. After all, how could one man possibly win against thousands?
"Humph! So what if you can fight? You're still losing to Lord Horst!" Mik
e spat scornfully, seeming to have forgotten how pitiful
he'd looked earlier.
"You're Lord Horst, right? I suggest
you don't try to provoke me. I'm not worried about the consequences, but
you might not even have the time to regret it if I end up killing you."
"You-
" Lord Horst's face twitched. Although he was adept in situations like th
ese, nothing good would come
out of butting heads with someone as foolhardy as Dustin.
"Alright. Enough with the chitchat. Let Mr. Robinson and the rest go for
now. We'll settle our differences then." Dustin's expression was indiffer
ent, but inside, he was already
plotting their deaths. Should Lord Horst and his men continue to press hi
m, Dustin didn't mind getting rid of them once and for all. After all, he
'd be doing
society a huge favor.
"Fine. I'll let them go this time." Lord Horst thought about it and agree
d.
"What the hell are you guys waiting for?
Scram!" the suited man roared.
"O–
of course! Right away!" Mike hurriedly led the students out of the place.
"What about you?" Abigail
suddenly asked Dustin. She had changed her mind about him after witnessin
g his
unwavering bravery.
"I'll be fine. Go with your father. I'll be fine." Dustin gave her a smal
l smile.
"Mr. Rhys…" Edmund wanted to say something, but Dustin raised his hand to
silence the older man.
"You guys will only distract me. Go home."
Edmund still looked conflicted
but eventually left with his daughter. As Dustin said, they wouldn't be a
ble to help him anyway. Still, Edmund could ask the Harmon family for hel
p. He believed that, with Ruth's support,
Lord Horst wouldn't trouble Dustin too much.
"Hey, kid. Your friends are
all gone. Isn't it time to settle our score?" Lord Horst finally spoke.
"How do you propose we do that? Dustin wore a mask of a smile on his face
.
"You seem to have pretty good moves. Why don't you work for me? I promise
to let this matter go, and you'll live a wealthy life from now on!" Lord
Horst suggested.
"Hmm I thought you were going to see this issue to the end." Dustin was s
urprised.
"I've got nothing against you. There's no need for us to take things so f
ar for something so minor. I've been through this before. All I'm interes
ted in now is money, not excitement." Lord Horst lit himself a cigarette.
"Interesting." Dustin smiled. "To tell you the truth, I was ready to kill
all of you, but I've changed my mind."
Lord Horst froze, startled, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the fl
oor.
Damn it! Dustin was one of those hotheaded fools!