Chapter: 931

"Fuck, I refuse to believe that I can’t kill you!" Duncan clenched his jaw and began to shoot madly until there were no more bullets left.

"Bang, bang, bang!" After a series of gunshots, Dustin was still standing in the same spot. His body was uninjured; heck, even his clothes weren’t damaged.

"Is this guy a ghost?" Duncan was so scared that cold sweat began to pour from his temples.

At this distance, there was no way Duncan would miss, even if he closed his eyes. Yet, he’d fired over a dozen bullets, but he didn’t so much as leave a scratch on Dustin. It was absolutely insane.

"Were you trying to kill me with these things?" Dustin slowly opened his fist to reveal a handful of misshapen bullets in his palm.

"H–how did you do that?" Duncan’s expression turned into one of horror.

Could it be that his opponent had caught all the bullets that he’d shot earlier with his bare hand? Was he even fucking human?!

"Do you want to know? I’ll tell you once you’re dead With that, Dustin kicked Duncan in the stomach.

Duncan flew backward like a bullet leaving the barrel. He slammed into the wall harshly, leaving a spider crack on the wall. Blood spurted from his nose and mouth on impact.

"1-1 am a member of the Doyle family, one of the fabulous five! If you dare lay a hand on me, my family will never forgive you!" Duncan threatened, his face twisting into a ferocious snarl.

Dustin hummed before giving him another kick in the chest. There was the sound of bones cracking, and Duncan once again coughed up a mouthful of blood. His entire rib cage collapsed on itself.

"D–don’t kill me! I’m begging you not to kill me! I know I was wrong! I’ll never do it again! I swear, I won’t annoy you ever again!" Duncan begged in between fits of coughing up blood.

This time, he was truly afraid.

"Any last words?" Dustin slowly raised his foot. This time, he lifted it right over Duncan’s head.

"Wait! Someone intentionally wanted to make you suffer today. It has nothing to do with me. I’m just the runner!"

"Who was it?" Dustin asked coolly.

"If you promise not to kill me, I’ll tell you the truth." Duncan said, attempting to negotiate terms.

"No thanks. You can just go die." As soon as Dustin finished speaking, he stomped his foot hard on Duncan’s head.

"No-" Duncan tried to wail before his head exploded into pieces. And just like that, he was dead.

"Mr Rhys, the people outside have been taken care of "

At that moment, two masked martial artists dressed in black garments walked in. They were elite. shadow guards.

"Excellent. Clean this place up, and send the body straight to the Doyle home," Dustin ordered.