The ladies shrank away from the table in terror. Nelson, looking as thoug
h he'd seen a ghost, immediately
pulled away, worried that Dustin might suddenly kill him as well. The onl
y 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 w
ithout 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 Patri
ck'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 ou
t a silver needle and stuck it into the
glass. When he drew the needle back out, the tip had already turned black
!
"It's poisoned?" Patrick paled. The needle didn't just prove that there w
as poison in the vodka but that the
poison was extremely potent!
"How could that be?" The crowd exchanged fearful looks. They had nearly d
runk the same vodka.
"This is why I killed him," Dustin responded calmly. "He puts on a facade
of flattery but was secretly plotting such a deadly plan. Should I have
kept a man like him alive?"
"I see …" Patrick quickly understood. So Dustin had already seen through
Harry's plan. No wonder he killed the latter with such certainty, while P
atrick was still kept in the dark.
"Even if the drink was poisoned, you can't prove that Harry was the one w
ho did it." One of the ladies humphed
stubbornly, unable to accept Dustin's reckless action.
How could he kill someone without proof?
"Both the vodka and the woman belong to him. Do you really think that he
had nothing to do with this?" Dustin reasoned. "I was testing him earlier
, but he endured it and kept changing the topic, trying to make me drink.
What else could this mean?"
His words rendered the ladies speechless. Now that they thought about it,
things did seem odd. After all, nc
ordinary man would be able to tolerate someone else humiliating their wom
an.
"You're so observant, Dustin. I'm impressed!" Patrick's smile returned. I
t was rare to see a young man as
strong and observant as Dustin.
"Do you agree with what I said, Nelson?" Dustin turned his attention to t
he man in the corner of the room.
"Huh?" Startled, Nelson threw himself onto his knees before Dustin, sweat
ing profusely. "It had nothing to do with me, sir! I had no idea! Harry p
lanned this on his own! Please don't kill me!"
"Why are you so nervous? I never said I was going to kill you." Dustin he
lped Nelson to his feet before
continuing. "I know an honest man like you would never do something like
this."
"Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!" Nelson thanked repeatedly, tears str
eaming down his cheeks. He was absolutely terrified. Harry's corpse lay n
ext to him, his lifeless eyes staring at Nelson, creeping the man out.
*Take care of this. You're in charge of the gang from now on." Dustin ins
tructed, patting Nelson's shoulder.
Nelson's knees went weak, and he sank to the floor. To think that the mig
hty Lord Horst of Flame Dragon Gang was shaking in fear.