In a coffee shop across the street, Mike and his group hadn't left. Inste
ad, 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 sale."
The girls gathered together and gossiped, their voices turning into adora
tion when talking about Dustin.
"So what if he can fight? In this day and age, the only things that matte
r
are brains, connections, and family backgrounds." Mike humphed begrudging
ly. "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 Drag
on 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 strong, but the person
he upset was the omnipotent Lord Horst of Flame Dragon Gang. Fighting ski
lls alone were useless against the latter.
"Mike, didn't you say that your dad is friends with Lord Horst? Could you
please ask for your dad's help so that Lord Horst lets Dustin go?" Abiga
il implored, her eyes glued to the karaoke bar, worried that something mi
ght happen.
"Abigail, even if my
dad is friends with Lord Horst, you can't expect me to ask my dad to help
a stranger, right? "Mike looked troubled.
"Can't you do it as a favor for me, Mike? He helped me just now, so I can
't leave him like this." Abigail begged.
"But-
" Mike hesitated before nodding. "Alright. I'll give it a go for you, but
no promises. You know how Lord Horst is. No one can stop him if he's ang
ry."
"Thanks." Abigail forced a smile.
"I'll do my best."
Mike pulled out his phone and walked to a corner before pretending to mak
e a call. He may have promised Abigail to help, but he didn't say anythin
g about succeeding. After all his father was still way below Nelson, so t
here was no way the latter would do his father a favor..
All Mike was doing now
was putting on a show to win Abigail's favor. He couldn't care less about
Dustin's safety.
"Done. My dad said he'll put in the request, but the final decision lies
with Lord Horst." Mike made sure to give himself an out.
"Thanks, Mike." Abigail smiled.
"You're welcome! Aren't we friends? Of course I'd help you when you're in
trouble." Mike boasted.
"You're spoiling her, Mike. Why don't you two start dating?" the short–
haired girl said.
"That depends on Abigail. I don't mind." Mike answered hall–jokingly.
"Stop fooling around, Nina." Abigail glared at the other girl bashfully,
her reaction leading Mike to think that he might have a chance.
"Look. That guy got out!" One of the girls suddenly pointed at the karaok
e bar.
Everyone turned their heads and saw Dustin walk out of the building, seem
ingly unharmed.
"Holy shit! Mike got him out with a phone call. That's so cool!"
"That was quick! You're amazing. Mike!"
Everyone was shocked to see Dustin walk out, and the boys immediately beg
an praising Mike.