Chapter: 1054
"A misunderstanding?" With a frosty smile, Nelson gestured.
"Bring him in!" On his orders, a man covered in injuries was forcefully brought in Hank’s expression shifted at the sight of the man. He finally realized something was up. These people had come prepared.
"Hank Hoffman, do you know this man?" Dustin asked calmly.
"No, I don’t. Who is he?" Hank remained unyielding.
"You son of a bitch!" Nelson raised his hand, delivering a forceful slap that sent Hank sprawling to the ground. Nelson berated.
"You’re still trying to argue at this point? This man confessed to everything, and you were the one who hired him!"
"Nonsense! I don’t know any murderers! Stop making false accusations!" Hank shouted in fury," I’m warning you. I have the matriarch of the Glenstead Nicholsons backing me!"
"You dickhead! I don’t think you realize the gravity of the situation!" Nelson was furious and was about to smack Hank again when Dustin stopped him.
"You mean the Nicholsons were involved in this?"
"Why, are you finally scared?" Hank sneered.
"That’s more like it. You’ll be offending the Nicholsons if you offend me. Now, get out of here!"
"I’m giving you one last chance. Confess and surrender yourself to the authorities, and I’ll let you go." Dustin’s expression was cold.
"What a load of crap!" Hank glared at Dustin.
"Don’t think I’m afraid of you just because you’re the leader of the Flame Dragon Gang! Your small gang is nothing compared to the aristocratic Nicholsons! They could exterminate you in seconds"
"It seems like you won’t talk without a lesson. Slice his hand off!" Dustin cut through the nonsense.
"Yes, sir!" Nelson smirked. He ordered two of their henchmen to pin Hank to the table.
"Wait! I’m warning you, don’t you dare touch me! The Nicholsons will not let you get away with it if you do!" Hank panicked and struggled desperately.
"Go on, don’t stop! Let’s see how long you can keep up this act!" Nelson raised his knife and ruthlessly brought it down on Hank’s wrist.
"Ah-!" Blood splattered everywhere as Hank’s blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the room.
"Y-you!" Hank’s expression twisted in agony as he groaned. He couldn’t believe they had hurt him. Weren’t they afraid of the Nicholsons’ wrath?
"Still not going to talk? Slice off his other hand," Dustin ordered again.
"Yes, sir!" Without another word, Nelson raised his knife once more.