The brawl finally ended ten minutes later.
Although dozens of Flame Dragon Gang disciples were injured in the
process, they managed to completely annihilate the Grants' elite men.
"Sir, I did not fail you. I have eliminated all these pests!" Nelson
and his men rushed toward Dustin eagerly.
"Well done. It must have been tiring." Dustin nodded.
"Not at all. It's our honor to serve you!" Nelson responded with a
grin.
"Clean this place up. Don't leave any evidence behind." Dustin
ordered.
"Yes, Sir!"
"Boys, it's time to clean up!" Nelson hollered at his men, and they
immediately got to work.
"I didn't know you were the Flame Dragon Gang's leader." Natasha's
surprised expression quickly turned into a frown. "Still, even with the
gang's help, we can't win against the Grants. We're in real trouble this
time."
"The Grants might be powerful, but that doesn't mean they can't do
whatever they please. There's always someone more powerful than them,"
Dustin replied nonchalantly.
"As if it'd be that easy. In the Southern province, the only two
families who have a chance of winning against the Grants are the Murray
family and the Hill family." Natasha sighed. "You were too reckless this
time, Dustin. Killing Jayla was a terrible move!"
"They wouldn't have let me live anyway, so I might as well get rid of
them first." Dustin seemed unbothered. Since they already had their eyes
on him, he might as well make it worthwhile.
"But…" Natasha didn't know what to say.
"Let's forget about this. We should focus more on your injury. Let's
go and treat it." Dustin gathered her into his arms and walked outside.
His needle might have stopped the bleeding, but medication was necessary
to prevent her lacerations from scarring.
"Hold it right there!" Jacob shouted. "Do you think you can just
leave after getting into such a huge mess?"
"Don't worry. I'll take responsibility for my actions," Dustin
responded before walking out.
"Follow him. Don't let him escape." Jacob ordered two of his men.
"Yes, Sir!" The two men answered in unison and went after Dustin and
Natasha.
There was no way the Grants would take this matter lightly. If Dustin
were to run away now, the Grants might shift their target to the Harmon
family instead, so they had to make sure to keep a close eye on him.
"Lord Horst, quite a few of our men died today. What a loss."
Nelson's men grumbled softly.
"Of course, it isn't a loss! Men are supposed to be wild like this!"
Nelson thumped his chest proudly. "I'm sure today's battle showed Sir
Rhys just how strong we are and improved our image!"
Just then, one of his men rushed over in panic. "Bad news, Lord
Horst! We're in trouble!"
"What's all the fuss about? You act as though it's something I can't
handle." Nelson huffed, judging that his men must still lack experience
given how easy it was to scare them.
When will they ever grow up?
"Look at this, Sir!' The other man shakily held out a badge.
"It looks familiar." Nelson was puzzled.
"Of course it is! It belongs to the Grants!" His subordinate wailed.
"The Grants? What do you mean?" Nelson was still confused.
The subordinate delivered the shocking news. "The men we just killed
were the Grants' elites!"
"What?! The Grants?" Nelson exclaimed, wide-eyed. "A-are you
serious?"
"I would never joke about something like this. Just look at the
badge!" His subordinate whimpered. "Sir, you'll have to take care of this
mess now."
"Take care of it? Yeah, right. I'm just dead meat now." Nelson fell
to the floor dejectedly. He would soon disappear from the face of the
earth.