Chapter: 170
“Dustin! Don’t be a fool! Put down the knife!” Dahlia yelled.
She was petrified that Dustin would kill the Cobra in a moment of impulse. If that happened, then they were all done for!
“Dustin! Are you crazy? Let Lord Draco go! Don’t drag us down with you!” Florence shouted, panicked. Of course, she could not care less if Dustin died, but she didn’t want to be next. If Sir Draco died, they would have to face the consequences.
“Young man, I admire your courage. So I’m giving you a chance right now. Put down the knife, and I’ll spare your life!” said the Cobra icily.
“Sir Draco, it seems like you’re still missing the picture. Right now, I hold the power,” Dustin stated.
“What? You have the guts to kill me? Do you know what will happen if you touch a hair on my head?”
“I’m not afraid of you. If it comes down to it, I’ll just give my life for taking yours.” Dustin responded, an unbothered look on his face.
“You“..” The Cobra was a little speechless. He was fearless, but he feared those who did not fear death. To his dismay, Dustin did not fear death.
“Dustin, know your limits. It’s not too late if you stop now!” Dahlia persuaded. No matter what, she didn’t want to see Dustin get killed over this.
“Young man, I advise you to stop while it’s not too late. Sir Draco already promised to let you off the hook. You’d better not push things too far.”
“That’s right! Sir Draco is finally showing mercy. Don’t play with fire, or you’ll get burned.”
People shot him advice from the crowd. They recognised Dustin’s courage, but if he was stupid, he was just a typical fool.
“Young man! You have no idea who you’ve offended. I work for Sir Anderson. You’re spitting right in Sir Anderson’s face if you dare hurt me! If that happens, not just you, but your friends and family will all die!” threatened the Cobra.
“Sir Anderson? Is he oh–so–great?” Dustin retorted.
“He’s not just great, but the whole of Swinton respects him. I’m sure you’ve heard of Mr. Anderson of Swinton Group. He is Sir Anderson’s kin! You should know how to weigh the odds!” said the Cobra.
“After hearing this, I want to meet Sir Anderson,” Dustin exclaimed, looking interested.
“Hmph! I’m afraid you’ll pee your pants if you meet Sir Anderson!” The Cobra smiled wryly.
A hubbub arose near the door.
A fit, middle–aged man wearing a suit walked in with bodyguards flanking him. He looked charismatic and intimidating without even trying.
“Sir Anderson?!”
The moment the man appeared, the Cobra’s spirits lifted dramatically.
The bar went into an uproar, and the crowd retreated in respect. They knew that the man they were looking at was someone even the Cobra bowed to!
“Shit! Sir Anderson’s here!” Dahlia’s expression changed.
She could only imagine how the magnitude of the influence and background of someone in Mr. Anderson’s league.
“How foolish! If he had let Sir Draco go earlier. Too bad now that Sir Anderson is here. He dug his own grave!”