Chapter: 891

"He has commendable courage. Sadly, he won’t be living for long." Kate rejoiced in his misfortune. She had always disliked Dustin, especially considering her brother’s death had something to do with him. That was why she desperately wished for a tragedy to befall him.

"Hector, you didn’t plan this, did you? What can an insignificant brat like him accomplish?" Trent was frustrated. Dustin was only making things worse by challenging Tyler.

Hector’s brows were locked in a frown as he remained silent. The time was not right, and he had to keep waiting.

Natasha, on the other hand, sat beside him in worry, at a loss for words.

In the face of his boastful statement, Tyler let out a chuckle.

"Do you know what you just said?"

"No matter what I said, I’ve given you a warning. So stop whatever you’re planning. Don’t make me hit you." Dustin’s expression was unwavering.

"You’ve got balls." Tyler nodded.

"I admire your bravery. Sadly, you’re not qualified to play the hero in front of me. I’ll give you three seconds. Get lost! Or die!"

The armed guards behind him raised their guns at his words, rows of gun barrels aimed directly at every part of Dustin. They would immediately shoot their target into oblivion upon their general’s orders.

"Hold it!"

"Stop right there!"

Seeing that Tyler was serious, Natasha and Patrick stood up and stopped him.

"Tyler, speak and behave as you wish, but he is my friend. You better not act recklessly." Patrick stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Dustin, clearly taking his side. His actions shocked many. It finally dawned on them why Dustin acted without restraint–he had someone backing him.

"Patrick, no one can stop me from killing my target, not even you." Tyler’s expression remained cold, not showing any sign of yielding. A rich playboy was nothing in his eyes.

"There’s no reason to go that far. You should forgive sometimes." Patrick frowned slightly.

Tyler spat out, "Get lost. My bullets don’t discriminate."

"You-" Patrick’s expression darkened. Even though they were both sons of affluent families, he could never compare to Tyler in terms of status and authority. If Tyler decided to use force, he would be powerless to stop him.

"Mr. Grant, why are you so angry? Can’t things be discussed nicely at a table?" At that moment, a middle–aged man dressed in luxurious clothing walked in with his head held high.

"Hey, isn’t that Roderick, Big Bucks Brooks? I can’t believe he’s here."

The crowd gasped silently in shock. As the person who controlled the economy in Millsburg, Roderick was undoubtedly the wealthiest man there! His words carried immense weight in the business world, and he commanded deep respect from everyone.

As he walked in, he naturally took a spot beside Dustin, clearly expressing his stance.