"What?" The rest of the guards froze at the sight of their buddy, who die
d with just a punch. They never
imagined Dustin would be so vicious. It was obvious that he didn't have a
ny respect for the Hills if he would
kill someone over a disagreement.
"How dare you!"
"The audacity!"
"You must be tired of living! To actually kill someone from the Hill fami
ly!"
After a momentary daze, the few remaining guards brandished their knives
and yelled angrily at Dustin.
Dustin stood calmly in place. His cold gaze scanning them left and right,
he asked, "Did you guys also beat Mr. Robinson up?"
"What?" Their pupils constricted as they unconsciously took a few steps b
ack. It felt like they had been
marked by a predator. However, they soon realized the absurdity of it. Th
ey were at the Hill family residence!
What was there to be afraid of when they were only up against a single pe
rson?
"You punk! If you don't want to die, surrender immediately, or don't blam
e us for being merciless!" The guard
on the left took two steps forward, his expression hostile.
A resounding bang rang out. With a kick, Dustin propelled him back into t
he wall. As blood sprayed out of his
mouth, his lifeless body collapsed onto the ground.
The guard on the right was bewildered. "You fucking-
" He was about to attack when another kick left him
stuck on the wall. In the span of a few breaths, only one guard was left
standing among the four of them.
"I–I'm
warning you. Don't try anything! I didn't do anything. It's none of my bu
siness!" Taking in the sight of his
dead and crippled buddies, his face lost all color, and his legs trembled
from the shock.
"I'll give you a chance. Get Torben out here!" Dustin demanded coldly.
"Okay! Just wait!" The remaining guard didn't hesitate and rushed inside
immediately.
Not long after, nearly hundreds
of people stormed out of the manor. "Who dared cause chaos in our residen
ce?
Torben led the way in front with his head held high. Following closely be
hind him was their head of security
and a large group of elite guards.
"Young Mr. Hill, that's the punk!" The guard who escaped earlier pointed
at Dustin. "He not only spoke ill of
you, he even killed my good buddies just now!"
"What?" After taking a
closer look, Torben let out an audible scoff. "So it's you. What's the ma
tter? I heard you're here to seek revenge."
"Are you the one who beat up Mr. Robinson?' Dustin asked coldly.
"Mr. Robinson?" Torben raised an eyebrow and smiled teasingly. "Oh you me
an that old thing? That's right,
I'm the one who did it. What about it?"
"Why?" Dustin questioned.
"Why?" Torben let out a chuckle. "That's new."
He flashed Dustin a devious smile.
"I have always acted without reason. It depends on my preferences. Simply
speaking. I do whatever I want. Understand?"
"Yeah." Dustin nodded. "Since you don't seem to speak reason, I have noth
ing else to say to you. Today, I will make you a crippled
man and drag you in front of Mr. Robinson for an apology."
"Make me a crippled man?" While Torben was initially taken by surprise, h
e soon chortled in laughter. "Hey punk, you're quite the wild person! Do
you know you're
in the Hill family residence? This is an extremely dangerous place. What
makes you think you can show off here shamelessly?"
With a calm demeanor, Dustin responded, "My two fists right here."
"Bravo, bravo!" Torben grinned. "Since you don't seem to value your life,
you can't blame me for what I'm about to do. Kill him!"
"Charge!" After receiving the order, the hundreds of elite guards brandis
hed their knives. They charged at Dustin at the same time with the overwh
elming urge to kill.
Dustin
didn't back down and walked forward with a stoic expression, every step l
eaving a deep imprint on the ground.