A crash echoed through the air. In a swift motion, Dustin’s hand propelled the noble scion several feet away. He crashed heavily into the wall with an uncertain fate. The remaining nobles wore expressions of shock but refrained from expressing their anger.
Dustin’s martial prowess was apparent. They had no choice but to bide their time and suppress their indignation when faced with such a formidable opponent. Some astute individuals had already discreetly summoned reinforcements, anticipating Dustin’s imminent demise.
“You wretch! How dare you break my hand? You’re dead! Your whole family is dead!” Russo’s face contorted as he roared furiously.
“I won’t just break your hand. I’m going to break your leg too.”
Dustin showed no mercy. He raised his foot and stomped forcefully on Russo’s knee.
A resounding snap followed. Russo’s knee bent in an unnatural direction. He let out a louder scream and writhed on the ground in pain.
“Where’s Lisa? Hand her over,” Dustin demanded, gripping Russo’s hair and lifting his upper body.
“I’ll give you three seconds to consider. If you refuse, I’ll castrate you right here.
“You-you dare!” Russo gritted his teeth with a menacing tone. Dustin chuckled and reached for a fruit knife with a swift motion. He pointed it at Russo’s groin.
“No, no, no! I’ll talk! I’ll spill everything,” Russo exclaimed in fear. He finally relented and pleaded for mercy.
He went on, “Come on, man, she’s just a woman. Why go through all this trouble? If you’re into her, I’ll just give her to you.”
“Where is she?”
Dustin, uninterested in Russo’s rambling, pressed the fruit knife against Russo’s manhood.
“I-I don’t know where Lisa is.”
Russo shook his head. He quickly changed his tune as he felt the cold blade.
“Although I don’t know where she is, one of my gang members surely does. I’ll call him right now and have him bring her over!”
“Call now!” Dustin said coldly.
“Alright, alright, I’ll call…”
Russo didn’t hesitate. He took out his phone and dialed the number.
“Hey! Is that girl named Lisa still alive? Yes, her. Bring her to me immediately, and make sure she’s safe. Remember, she must be safe!”
The last four words were emphasized, clearly carrying a veiled threat.
Dustin was well aware of these manipulations, but he paid them no mind. Whether it was Russo, the Hero Alliance, the Vern family, or their backers, anyone involved in this matter would be eliminated.
Ten minutes later, the lively music in the bar came to an abrupt halt. The lights suddenly brightened, and a team of enforcers in suits efficiently started clearing the space. Within minutes, all the bar’s customers were escorted outside. The previously vibrant atmosphere was hushed.
“Who dares to be so audacious, causing trouble on the Vern family turf?”
With a furious shout, a bald man in a flowery suit strode in, accompanied by dozens of followers. The bald man was burly and possessed a fierce demeanor. A flower tattoo adorned his head, giving him a unique look.
“Great! Rowan Archer is here! Mr. Vern might have a chance now!”
“I heard Rowan used to be a captain in the Black Dragon Army, but he was dismissed for violating regulations. Now, he’s a top enforcer for the Vern family. He’s fierce and formidable!”
“Of course! A captain from the Black Dragon Army isn’t ordinary. The number of people who’ve died at Rowan’s hands over the years, if not a thousand, must be close!”
“This is going to be interesting!”
Rowan’s presence sparked discussions among the nobles present. The initial tension and panic dissipated. It was replaced by mockery and amusement. In their eyes, Dustin was already a dead man. As for the manner of his death, it all depended on Rowan’s preferences.
