Chapter: 768

"Hey! Who are you to call Young Mr. Hill by his full name? That’s Sir Hill to you."

"What’s the reason?"

"Reason?" The guard was puzzled for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"Are you fucking joking? Does Young Mr. Hill need a reason to beat someone up? Peasants like you are even below his pet dogs. He can just kill you without reason, not to mention beat you up!"

"Is this how the Hill family operates? Disregarding human life for no reason?" Dustin’s expression grew colder.

"Who the fuck are you?" The guard sized him up.

"You aren’t that old man’s son, are you? What? Are you here for revenge? Open up your fucking eyes, and look at where you are!"

"Punk, this is not a place for you to act so recklessly. Scram! Otherwise, your father will be the last of his bloodline!"

The rest of the guards laughed mockingly, with Dustin looking like a clown to them. They had gotten used to their tyrannical bullying and wouldn’t care about mere peasants.

"Last question. Did you join in the beating?" Dustin’s expression was calm, but his eyes were frosty.

"So what if we did? Get the fuck out of here before we make you a crippled man!" The guard yelled.

"It’s good that you admitted to it." Dustin nodded determinedly at his words, and without another word, hel landed a forceful punch on the guard’s abdomen.

The impact resembled a truck collision, and a thunderous explosion sounded as the guard flew backward. He crashed heavily into the gate, with the sturdy metal gates denting under the force.

The guard was stuck to the gate, every bone in his body was shattered as blood gushed out from his mouth and nose. He died on the spot.

"What?" The rest of the guards froze at the sight of their buddy, who died with just a punch. They never imagined Dustin would be so vicious. It was obvious that he didn’t have any respect for the Hills if he would kill someone over a disagreement.

"How dare you!"

"The audacity!"

"You must be tired of living! To actually kill someone from the Hill family!"

After a momentary daze, the few remaining guards brandished their knives and yelled angrily at Dustin.

Dustin stood calmly in place. His cold gaze scanning them left and right, he asked, "Did you guys also beat Mr. Robinson up?"