Chapter: 939

Instead of leaving, he headed straight to the hospital morgue. To be honest, he wasn’t so confident. anymore. Although his strikes hadn’t been too powerful, it was true that he hit James, so there was still a chance that things had gone wrong.

Still, who knew? Maybe James had terrible luck and accidentally fell to his death instead.

Dustin was determined to check things out for himself. He pretended to be one of James‘ family members and entered the hospital morgue. Dustin found the container where James‘ body was being kept and pulled the drawer out, revealing a face that was blue and black. All the marks from yesterday were still clearly visible.

Dustin steeled himself and began examining James‘ body carefully.

"Visible injuries on the face, bloodshot eyes, forceful impact on the forehead, damage to the back. of the head, and blood clots in the nostrils. It seems like intracranial bleeding is the cause of his death…" Dustin mumbled to himself, his frown deepening as he realized that James‘ death was indeed caused by head trauma.

Could it be that he accidentally killed the other man?

Dustin’s heart sank at the thought. He was sure that if that were the case, Dahlia would hate him for the rest of her life.1

Dustin became lost in thought as he tried to think of what to do next.

Suddenly, Dustin thought of something. He leaned closer and examined James‘ body again, paying more attention to the top of the man’s head this time and carefully combing through each strand of hair.

After a while, he finally found something out of the ordinary.

At the center of James‘ scalp, there was a minuscule black dot hidden in the dense forest of hair. The dot, which was the size of a pinprick, was so small that others could have easily missed it.

Dustin reached out, and a force sucked a black needle the width of a strand of hair out of James‘ head.

"I knew something was wrong." A shiver ran down Dustin’s back as he studied the black needle in his hand.

It was obvious that someone was trying to frame Dustin for James‘ death, but who? Was it the Doyle family or the Grant family? Or perhaps someone he had never met before. And why would they do this? Were they trying to turn Dahlia against him?

Dustin stared at the black needle he was holding. He wanted to explain everything to Dahlia but stopped himself. He knew that in her current state, she would never believe him.

Besides, all he had was the needle, which wasn’t enough to prove anything. He would only be able to prove his innocence when he found the real killer.

Just then, the sound of the phone ringing tore through the air. Dustin fished out his phone and saw that it was Nelson.

"Hello? Great timing, Nelson. There’s something I need you to-"

Before Dustin could finish what he wanted to say, a panicked voice rang out.

"We’re in trouble, Sir!"

"What’s happening?" Dustin frowned.

"A bunch of martial artists just randomly barged into our dojo and began beating our men up. They are ruthless! Our men have no chance of stopping these people, so please save us!" Nelson pleaded desperately.