Torben's pain increased immensely, and he let out miserable screams.
"You despicable bastard! There is no animosity between us. Why did you st
oop to such heinous acts!" After screaming. Autumn gradually regained his
composure. However, the murderous look in his eyes only intensified.
"No animosity? Why don't you ask your son what
he's done?" Dustin finally looked up.
"No matter what my son did, that's not an excuse for you to assault someo
ne here!" Autumn declared fiercely.
"All of you truly have the same corrupt principles. Since you can't be re
asoned with, don't blame me for resorting to violence." Dustin impassivel
y declared. "I'm giving you three days to prepare. In three days, I want
to see your son apologize to the victim. Otherwise, you'll bear the conse
quences!"
"Kid, did you think you
could leave safely after injuring someone here? Do you think we are at a
public playground?" Autumn's rage was boiling.
"If I want to stay, nobody can make me leave. If I want to leave, nobody
can make me stay either." With that, he kicked Torben away, then turned a
round to leave.
"Kill him!" Torben was seeing red as he yelled.
The group of elite Hill family members charged at him. If it weren't for
Torben being held hostage previously. they would have acted much earlier.
Without the person in his hands, they could finally attack. Nobody had e
ver walked out alive after daring to cause trouble at the Hill family res
idence. Not even God!
However, ten minutes later, the final guard fell to the ground with a lou
d thud. Autumn and the remaining onlookers were bewildered. Taking in the
figure standing in a pool of blood in the distance, their faces were fil
led with horror, as if they were staring at a monster.
They had mobilized a good two to three hundred lighters, yet the resultin
g outcome was everyone lying in a pool of blood within ten minutes. It di
dn't matter if they were low–level martial artists or divine–
level martial artists; no one could stand against him.
The Hill family, established for over a hundred years, had never encounte
red such a formidable opponent. It wasn't an exaggeration to say Dustin h
ad single–handedly destroyed the Hill family's array of highly–
skilled fighters, dismantling their legacy as a martial arts family.
In the end, Dustin left. Nobody could make him stay, and no one dared mak
e him stay either. Silence engulfed the entire Hill family courtyard.
"W–
what monster is that punk!" Autumn swallowed with difficulty, his back dr
enched in sweat. He never would have thought the Hill family elites would
face such a crushing defeat by one man.
"Uncle Autumn, you seem to have offended someone you shouldn't have." Pat
rick wiped the sweat off his forehead, trying his best to calm himself do
wn. It finally dawned on him that Dustin didn't stop Paul's punch that da
y by some miraculous coincidence. It was pure talent!
From his actions earlier, Dustin must be at least a fully developed divin
e–
level martial artist. That meant, other than being a grandmaster, he had
no competition. The problem was that Dustin was only in his early twentie
s.
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His talent in martial
arts was simply astounding if he managed to achieve such a feat at his ag
e.
"Ha! Don't joke with me!" Autumn's expression grew menacing after he calm
ed down. "I'll admit that kid is skilled. But don't forget, we still have
our shadow guards!"
Patrick frowned. "Uncle Autumn, the shadow guards are the Hill family's h
idden trump card. We can only deploy them when pushed to the brink of dea
th. We'll also need Grandpa's permission. We can't just use them at will.
"
"I don't care!" Autumn's face was contorted in rage. "I won't accept this
treatment! I'm going to kill that kid!"