Chapter: 662
"Really? I don’t believe you." Dustin wore a small smile.
"You sure are naive and foolish!" Lord Horst sneered, his gaze turning menacing. "It seems like you still don’t understand how serious this issue is. I hope you don’t piss your pants when your limbs get chopped off." He waved to some of his men. "Clear this place out, boys!"
The students became visibly paler after hearing that. Whenever Lord Horst told his men to clear a place out, someone would end up bleeding, sometimes even dying!
After all, with Lord Horst’s power and background, it wasn’t hard for him to make people disappear.
Dustin had landed himself in hot water!
After Lord Horst issued his command, the entire room was quickly emptied, and all the surveillance cameras were turned off. Mike and some of the students were huddled together in a corner, shaking and not daring to move. They were well aware that things were getting serious.
"You seem quite calm, kid. Don’t you know you’re in deep shit?" Lord Horst was surprised. Usually, people would be quaking in fear after hearing him order his men to clear out a place, but Dustin was oddly indifferent about this.
He couldn’t tell if Dustin was brave or just foolish.
"Really? I can’t tell." Dustin shrugged.
"I might consider letting you live if you chop off one of your hands and beg for forgiveness, so you better not whine that I never gave you a chance, kid." Lord Horst drew out a knife and tossed it. The blade landed next to
Dustin with a clang.
"I’m also giving you a chance to scram with your idiot of a brother before I beat you two up," Dustin replied calmly.
The room fell silent instantly. Some of the students were wide–eyed as they questioned their ears.
Had Dustin just threatened Lord Horst?
What the hell?
This was the assistant leader of Flame Dragon Gang they were talking about. The person who decided someone’s fate!
How could Dustin not beg for forgiveness, much less spew insults? Did he have a death wish?
"You do have guts, kiddo. I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson today." With a chilling glare, Lord Horst signaled to his men. "You lot! Teach him a lesson!"
"Yes, sir!"
Exchanging glances, several of the bodyguards began inching toward Dustin. They were the elites of Flame Dragon Gang. After enduring all the training, they had all become low–level martial artists, so they assumed that taking Dustin down with their firsts alone should be a simple task.