"Your men seem to be quite useless. Isn't it my turn to attack now?" Dustin yawned lazily. Lord Horst's countenance grew somber, his expression turning grave. He knew almost every skilled fighter there was in Millsburg but was coming up blank when it came to Dustin. Could Dustin be from somewhere else? "I admire your fighting skills, kid, but I doubt you're skilled enough to stop a bullet." Lord Horst recovered from his shock and turned serious. "I've met people like you before, thinking they could cause trouble just because they had some skills. But in the end, all of them got shot to death. In this society, skills alone aren't enough. You still need power and family backgrounds. Would you like to make a bet with me? With just a few words, I can send you to prison." Edmund and the others began worrying for Dustin, who may be a good fighter but was still no match for Lord Horst. Putting the man's family connections aside, the men under his control alone should be more than Du

In a coffee shop across the street, Mike and his group hadn't left. Instead, 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 safe." The girls gathered together and gossiped, their voices turning into adoration when talking about Dustin. "So what if he can fight? In this day and age, the only things that matter are brains, connections, and family backgrounds." Mike humphed begrudgingly. "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 Dragon 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 stron

Located in an urban village was Enchanting Villa. As soon as Dustin and Abigail got out of the car, they spotted Edmund anxiously pacing the entrance. "Are you alright, Mr. Rhys?" Edmund was delighted when he saw them. "I called Ms. Ruth for help, but I'm surprised at how quickly she got you out of there." "Thanks, Mr. Robinson, but it wasn't necessary to bother the Harmon family with something so minor." Dustin smiled. "Minor?" Edmund's eye twitched. If crossing Nelson was a minor issue, then what would Dustin consider a major one? "How about you, Abigail?" Edmund turned his attention to his daughter. "It's none of your business. Don't ever show up in front of my classmates ever again!" Abigail spat, heading straight into the house. She was clearly still holding a grudge over how cowardly her father was. Edmund sighed. He was completely clueless about how to mend the relationship with his daughter. "Don't worry, Mr. Robinson. She'll understand you one of these days." Du

Early the next morning, Dustin received a phone call from Nelson when he woke up. "Hi, Mr. Rys. Are you up yet?" "I just woke up. What's up? Any results?" Dustin asked. "Our gang leader would like to meet you. We can slowly chat then." Nelson smiled apologetically. "Sure. Where?" Dustin responded bluntly. "At the Flame Dragon Dojo." "Alright. I'll be there soon." Dustin hung up, did a simple freshening up, and left in a taxi. He had already expected that the gang wouldn't give in so easily, and since he had some spare time on his hands, he didn't mind having some fun with them. After thirty minutes, his taxi pulled up in front of Flame Dragon Dojo. Dustin got out of the car, and Nelson immediately brought his men over to greet him with a smile. "Welcome, Mr. Rhys. This way, please." Dustin hummed and nodded in response, walking straight in. Hundreds of the gang's elites had gathered inside the dojo, each of them sturdily built and with ferocious attitudes. As soon a

For a moment, the room fell into an eerie silence, stunned by what had transpired. "You should give up if that's all you've got." Dustin stretched, bored. "You're dead meat!" Pissed, the Four Guardians exchanged glances before launching themselves at Dustin again. This time, they gave it their all, aiming for his vital or vulnerable spots with firm attacks. "Humph!" With a mighty stomp, the ground beneath them gave way, forming a large pit. The commotion shook the entire dojo, and at the same time, extreme Divine Aura whirled around before heading straight toward the four brothers. Like they were being hit by a truck, the four men were thrown into the air, blood gushing out of their mouths and noses, before they landed on the floor heavily, passing out instantly. "Um …" The crowd gaped at the fallen men in disbelief. They couldn't believe that the Four Guardians of Flame Dragon Gang, who were all High-level martial artists who had never lost any battles, had been utterly