Chapter: 830

"They wouldn’t have let me live anyway, so I might as well get rid of them first." Dustin seemed unbothered. Since they already had their eyes on him, he might as well make it worthwhile.

"But…" Natasha didn’t know what to say.

"Let’s forget about this. We should focus more on your injury. Let’s go and treat it." Dustin gathered her into his arms and walked outside. His needle might have stopped the bleeding, but medication was necessary to prevent her lacerations from scarring.

"Hold it right there!" Jacob shouted.

"Do you think you can just leave after getting into such a huge mess?"

"Don’t worry. I’ll take responsibility for my actions," Dustin responded before walking out.

"Follow him. Don’t let him escape." Jacob ordered two of his men.

"Yes, Sir!" The two men answered in unison and went after Dustin and Natasha.

There was no way the Grants would take this matter lightly. If Dustin were to run away now, the Grants might shift their target to the Harmon family instead, so they had to make sure to keep a close eye on him.

"Lord Horst, quite a few of our men died today. What a loss." Nelson’s men grumbled softly.

"Of course, it isn’t a loss! Men are supposed to be wild like this!" Nelson thumped his chest proudly.

"I’m sure today’s battle showed Sir Rhys just how strong we are and improved our image!"

Just then, one of his men rushed over in panic.

"Bad news, Lord Horst! We’re in trouble!"

"What’s all the fuss about? You act as though it’s something I can’t handle." Nelson huffed, judging that his men must still lack experience given how easy it was to scare them.

When will they ever grow up?

"Look at this, Sir!’ The other man shakily held out a badge.

"It looks familiar." Nelson was puzzled.

"Of course it is! It belongs to the Grants!" His subordinate wailed.

"The Grants? What do you mean?" Nelson was still confused.

The subordinate delivered the shocking news.

"The men we just killed were the Grants’ elites!"