"Sir Rhys, you're taking things too far." Harry's smile slowly turned cold. No one could stand taunts like that, no matter how well-mannered they were. "Aren't we friends? Shouldn't I help you in times of trouble? After all, helping others makes me happy." Dustin's smile was still happy as ever. "I don't need your help on this, Sir Rhys. I can take care of it myself. Let's drink." Harry struggled to keep the smile on his face and quickly changed the subject. Still, Dustin didn't let go of the topic. "Why don't you ask her what she thinks? Who knows? She might agree." "Hey! That's enough!" The ladies could no longer hold back. "Who knew you're such a disgusting man under that nice-looking face? How could you keep your eye on someone else's woman?" "Exactly. Just because you're powerful doesn't mean that you can humiliate others like this. You're crossing the line!" "Search for a prostitute elsewhere instead of putting us off." As women, they felt utterly disgusted by D

Now that Harry was dead, Nelson, the assistant leader, successfully took over and replaced him as the one in charge of the Flame Dragon Gang. With thousands of disciples and hundreds of elite members, the Flame Dargon Gang was a significant force in the entire Millsburg. It would be easier for Dustin to do things in Millsburg with the Flame Dragon Gang backing him up. "Dustin, although you are now the leader of Flame Dragon Gang, you might still face some troubles ahead," Patrick reminded him as they walked out of High Point Building. "Troubles? What do you mean?" Dustin asked curiously. "Harry didn't rise to power from nothing. He always had someone backing him up. By killing Harry, you'll definitely offend that person," Patrick said. "Oh? Who is this person?" Dustin asked. "Terry Doyle, the eldest son of the Doyle family." "Terry Doyle? I haven't heard of him." Dustin shook his head. "I can tell that you're not local. Everyone here knows Terry, but I must tell you, that

"What? Three minutes?" Upon hearing that, Abigail was dumbfounded.Didn't he say it took ordinary martial artists a year or more to achieve the basic level? Even she, a once-in-a-century genius, took a day to cultivate her internal energy. To achieve it in a day was already worthy of being called a prodigy. Yet Dustin achieved it in three minutes? What should she call him?A monster?A freak?At this moment, she felt deeply shocked. Her earlier bit of pride evaporated into thin air."Are you... kidding me?" Abigail couldn't accept it. "Why would I lie to you? I gain nothing from it." Dustin shrugged and said calmly, "Besides, it's just talent. It doesn't represent strength. This world is never lacking in geniuses. The path of martial arts is arduous and long. To become a true powerhouse, both talent and effort are indispensable.""I understand! I'll work hard and catch up to you soon!" Abigail clenched her fist. Then she decisively ran upstairs and began her intense training.

"Natasha is engaged to Tyler Grant?"As Dustin watched the departing vehicle, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. Clearly, this was a strategic alliance between two prominent families, and Natasha was the sacrificial pawn in this alliance. Born into a prestigious family, she enjoyed wealth and luxury but lost her freedom. At certain moments, she even had to make sacrifices for the sake of their family's interests. Of course, Dustin would never allow such a thing to happen. With that in mind, he took out his phone and dialed a particular number. "Hello, Nelson. Help me investigate someone.""No problem. May I ask who you want me to investigate, Sir Rhys?" Nelson asked."Tyler Grant.""Tyler Grant?" Nelson raised his voice upon hearing Dustin's words. "Sir Rhys, why do you want to investigate him?""Of course, to deal with him. Do you think I'm inviting him out for a meal?" Dustin replied impatiently."What?" Nelson froze in place, his voice trembling. "Sir Rhys, please don't

Looking at the crushed Gemiphen, Nicholas was heartbroken and furious. He didn't care about his image anymore and immediately threw himself to the ground, collecting the powder bit by bit.It left everyone dumbfounded. Was it necessary to make such a fuss over a broken pill?"Mr. Turner, what's going on?" Spring was perplexed. People from Stoneray Valley were usually proud and arrogant. They had never lost their composure like that. "What's going on? How dare you ask me such a question?" Nicholas angrily retorted, "How can you destroy a panacea? This is a very rare pill. Such a waste! Who is the idiot who did this?!""Mr. Turner, are you mistaken? How could this black, broken thing be a panacea?" Torben looked skeptical. "You're such a fool!" Nicholas stared at him like he was an idiot. "What you call a broken thing is the Golden Crow Pill, a holy medicine for healing! It specializes in treating various internal injuries and chronic ailments. Your grandfather's life could have b