THE VENGEANCE OF THE WAR GOD

Chapter 9

Dustin sighed as Serena’s car disappeared down the road. He rubbed the side of his neck and exhaled slowly.

“She is so tough,” he muttered to himself. “At this rate there isn’t any way I can get her to sleep with me.”

He took out his phone and made a call.

“Mr Fred.”

The line picked almost immediately.

“Young Master,” Fred’s respectful voice came through. “How is everything going?”

Dustin leaned slightly against the gate. “She is still very tough.”

There was a short pause, then Fred chuckled. “Perfect match for you then.”

Dustin ignored the teasing. “Do you know about the Quilox family?”

“I have heard of them,” Fred replied carefully.

Dustin’s voice lowered as he explained everything that had happened with Ferdinand, the threats, the control over the Avalon project, and the fight.

When he finished, Fred went silent for a moment.

Then he said coldly, “Who the hell is Ferdinand? Give me an order and I will deliver his fingers on a table.”

Dustin sighed. “No. I don’t want that. Just do some findings on them. I want everything about the Quilox family. I don’t want violence. I want to destroy them emotionally.”

Fred paused again. “Understood, Young Master.”

The call ended.

Dustin slipped the phone back into his pocket and exhaled. “I guess I have to adjust to this city life.”

He glanced around, then made up his mind. “I need clothes.”

He started walking.

Meanwhile, in the city hall, Ferdinand was being escorted out by his bodyguards. His face was red with rage, his broken wrist poorly wrapped, his steps uneven.

“I want to know everything about that guy!” he shouted suddenly. “Everything! Even a single fucking detail! I swear I will destroy him!”

The guards bowed quickly. No one dared speak.

Ferdinand stormed into his car and slammed the door.

“Drive!”

The engine roared to life as he clenched his teeth, replaying Dustin’s face over and over in his mind.

Who the hell are you?

At the same time, Dustin arrived at the city’s most expensive boutique.

The building stood tall and polished with glass walls that reflected gold lettering above the entrance.

“1+ Boutique.”

Everyone in the city knew it. Only the rich entered there. The kind of place where even stepping inside without money felt like a crime.

Dustin stopped at the entrance and looked up briefly. Then he walked forward casually.

He was about to reach the door when a voice cut sharply behind him.

“Yeah. It’s you. It’s fucking you.”

Dustin paused.

He slowly turned.

A slim lady stood a few steps away, arms folded, eyes narrowed like she had just spotted trouble she hated.

Her gaze locked on him.

Dustin didn’t recognize the lady, but it was clear she knew him.

She stepped closer, eyes sharp with irritation. “Why are you following her everywhere after forcing yourself on her?”

Dustin blinked once. “Following who?”

The lady folded her arms tighter. “I’m Lizzy. Serena’s best friend.”

Dustin nodded lightly. “Oh. Nice to meet you.”

Lizzy scoffed immediately. “Nothing is fucking nice about meeting a village poor boy like you.”

Dustin didn’t react. “Okay.”

“You wouldn’t even leave her alone and now you’ve followed her here too,” she snapped.

Dustin tilted his head slightly. “She is here?”

Lizzy laughed like he had said something stupid. “Look at you pretending to be ignorant. If she isn’t here, then what is a rag man like you doing here?”

Dustin glanced at the building. “I came to shop.”

That made her laugh even louder.

“Do you even know what this place is?” she asked. “You can’t even enter without a membership card. Do you have one?”

Dustin shook his head. “No.”

Lizzy pointed at him like she had won. “Exactly. You didn’t come here to shop. You came here to harass my friend. Now get your stinky self away from here.”

She turned sharply to the guards at the entrance. “Don’t let him in. He is here to cause trouble.”

Without waiting, she walked inside after scanning her membership on a tablet held by one of the guards. The doors slid open and she disappeared in, still hissing under her breath.

One of the guards stepped forward immediately.

“Sir, please step back. Without a membership card, you cannot enter.”

Dustin sighed lightly, then stepped aside.

He took out his phone and called Fred again.

“You know 1+ Boutique?” Dustin asked. “Owned by General Wilson.”

“Yes, Young Master,” Fred replied instantly.

Dustin continued calmly. “Within two minutes, I want to be in their membership system.”

There was no hesitation. “Understood.”

Within a minute, Fred called back.

“Already done, Young Master. You are on the VVIP list. You don’t even need a card to enter.”

General Wilson was hus loyal subordinate and he knew he owned this Boutique that was the reason he was here in the first place.

Dustin ended the call and walked back to the entrance.

The guards blocked him again.

“You need to step back,” one said firmly. “No card, no entry.”

Dustin looked at them calmly. “Check your system. Dustin Quinn.”

The guard frowned. “Stop joking and move aside. look at your dress i'm even a better person than you”

The second guard, less patient, already opened the tablet. He typed the name in casually, expecting nothing.

Then he froze.

His eyes widened.

He tapped the screen again, confused, then showed it to his partner.

Dustin Quinn.

VVIP MEMBER.

Status: CEO CLEARED.

Authorization Level: Highest Tier Access.

The first guard’s face changed instantly. “No… this can’t be right.”

The second guard swallowed hard. “This… this man has authority to sack staff.”

Silence hit the entrance.

The first guard’s legs gave way slightly and he dropped to his knees immediately.

“Sir… please forgive me. I was just… I was just tripping.”