Chapter: 427
“I want my revenge no matter what!”
“Fine, I’ll avenge you!” Phineas decided to light after seeing how miserable his son looked. As long as he was willing to pay a hefty sum to hire a killer, getting rid of Dustin should be easy.
Suddenly, someone knocked on their door. Phineas signaled for the guards to open the door, and three men strolled into the house. One of them wore a dated suit while carrying a cane with a dragon head attached to it. He was followed by Hunter and a burly man with an overwhelming aura.
“Who are you?” Phineas was puzzled,
“Dad!” Matt pointed at Hunter.
“That’s the guy who helped Rhys!”
He could clearly recall the man watching him get ravaged.
“So you’re Dustin Rhys‘ men. Are you here to apologize?” Phineas growled.
“Well, it doesn’t matter if you grovel. There’s no way I’ll forgive that punk!” Phineas‘ expression was murderous. What happened last night would be his nightmare for the rest of his life, so he had to avenge Matt.
“Apologize?” The old man in the suit smiled faintly.
“You’re mistaken. I’m here to collect a debt.”
“A debt?” Phineas sniggered.
“With just the three of you? You’re delusional!”
He clapped his hands. Immediately, a few dozen ferocious and bulky men engulfed the villa. Phineas had been prepared since Matt went missing, and it came in handy now.
He chortled.
“You didn’t expect this, did you? You’ve fallen into my trap! I’ll make sure none of you make it out alive today.”
“How dare you!”
The strong man flung out his arm at lightning speed, and Matt immediately went flying.
“How dare you hit someone on my tur!! You’re dead meat!” Phineas was outraged. Just as he was about to order his men to attack, a gold badge landed near his feet with a clink.
He picked it up and froze in terror at the sight of the majestic five–clawed golden dragon emblem on the front of the badge. On the back of the badge, “Rhys” was engraved in bold.
In Dragonmarsh, the five–clawed dragon meant utter domination, while “Rhys” was the pinnacle of power. Many people shared the same surname, but there was only one family that held the Emblem of Drakon.
That family incurred fear from countless others, and no one dared to challenge them.
“The Rhys Drakon Emblem! W–who are you?” Phineas gripped the badge with both hands, his body began to shake, and beads of sweat ran down his forehead.
“You must be blind! This is Sir Albert Horst!” The large man hollered.
“Albert Horst?” At the sound of the name, Phineas immediately paled in fear.