Chapter: 169
“He really is a hero. He has my respect!”
“He sure looks cool, but who can survive Sir Draco’s fury?”
The crowd tattled on, but their gazes as they looked toward Dustin was like looking at a prisoner facing the guillotine.
The crowd muttered on, but their expressions turned to worry as they watched Dustin, a prisoner facing the guillotine.
“Dustin! Are you crazy?! You you actually…” Dahlia sputtered. She was so shocked that she couldn’t complete her sentences.
That was Sir Draco! He lorded over South City and the head honcho of the underground! He did not give a damn about the Laney family! How how dare he?!
“This idiot must have hit his head. How could Dustin be brave enough to hit Sir Draco?” James was dumbfounded.
Although Dustin was standing up for them, what he did was just too crazy! James would never dream of doing something like this.
“You like fooling around so much, don’t you? I’m going to watch your last moments!”
As the shock passed, Matt couldn’t help but smile coldly. He had felt uneasy since Dustin had shown off at the hospital. He had even dared to fool around on the Cobra’s turf this time.
He really didn’t value his life!
“How… how dare you hit me?!”
The Cobra rubbed his head in disbelief. His hand was covered in blood. In the years since he had taken over South City, no one had dared disrespect him, much less hit him with a bottle.
“This fool must have a death wish!” he thought.
“Sir Draco, take my advice. Let it go,” said Dustin calmly.
“Fuck you! I’m telling you, you’re dead meat! I’m going to rip you apart!” the Cobra cursed and swore as he returned to his senses.
‘As the threat left his mouth, a knife was held to his neck. The sharp blade pierced his skin, and drops of blood trickled from the fresh wound. An inch deeper, and the knife would have pierced his artery.
Silence. The entire bar fell into complete silence. The Cobra’s roars stopped, along with the crowd’s prattling.
Everyone was utterly shocked as they turned to look at Dustin, who was wielding the knife. Hitting Sir Draco with a bottle could still be excused as an accident. Unfortunately, holding a knife to his neck was undeniably an act of provocation and humiliation.
Dustin’s boldness surprised everyone again as he shouted, “You idiot! Do you know what you’re doing right now?”
The Cobra went stiff and said fiercely.
“If you dare touch a hair on my head, I swear you won’t walk out this door alive!”
“Sir Draco, don’t frighten me. I’m a scaredy cat. You can’t blame me if my hand trembles and I slit your neck,” Dustin teased. The blade went deeper. More blood started flowing from the exposed flesh. The Cobra’s facial muscles twitched in fear.
“Stop!” Rosaline shouted.
“I don’t care who you are, but let Sir Draco go. Otherwise, your friends will die with you!”