Chapter 142

“Let me go…” Dracor flailed helplessly, his face red as he gasped for air. Bewildered by the sudden turn of events, he was filled with dread. He'd considered himself a big fish in the small pond of Swinton. Little did he know he would be facing a divine-level martial artist.

A divine-level martial artist in his twenties? Unheard of in all of South City. How could such an invincible fighter appear in Swinton?

“F***, this punk is incredible! Even our guild master was defeated by him!” The disciples of the White Dragon guild whispered among themselves in disbelief. Seeing their leader defeated, some slipped away.

“Dracor, seems your disciples aren’t as loyal as you thought,” Dustin smirked.

“Who—who the hell are you?” Dracor gritted his teeth, veins popping from the strain. He lacked the energy to struggle further.

“That’s not important now. Go and send this message to Edwin. Tell him to bring his daughter and apologize to me. Otherwise, I will have a personal chat with him!”

With that, Dustin punched Dracor in the stomach. Dracor spat out blood as his internal energy dissipated instantly.

“H—How could you drain my energy?” Dracor’s eyes widened in fear.

“Why can’t I? You lost fair and square!” Dustin swung around and carelessly tossed him into the air.

“Guild master!” The remaining disciples rushed to Dracor’s aid. Though indignant, they kept a safe distance from Dustin.

“Today, I’ve lost. I admit defeat. Boys, let’s go!” Dracor wiped blood from his face as he and his men retreated.

“Mr. Rhys—Did you thrash Dracor Milfroy?” Stephan’s eyes were wide with shock and amazement.

“I told you. He is no match for me,” Dustin smiled easily. He handed Stephan a gemiphen pill. “Mr. Chapman, take this healing pill and rest. You’ll recover fully tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Mr. Rhys!” Stephan popped the pill into his mouth. Within minutes, a wave of warmth spread from his stomach. He could feel the pill healing his wounds from the inside out. His internal bleeding stopped, and the soreness in his limbs slowly disappeared.

“Wow, this pill is incredible!” Stephan blinked in surprise at the speed of his recovery.

“Mr. Chapman, sorry for the inconvenience. You should go home and rest now,” Dustin said with a smile.

“Yes, sir!” Stephan nodded and left. With Dustin's overwhelming power, his help was clearly unnecessary.

That night passed quickly.

The next morning, in a VIP room at East Swinton Hospital…

“Mother, bad news! Something terrible has happened!” James rushed into the room, sweat pouring from his forehead.

“What’s the matter? Why are you so out of breath?” Half-asleep, Florence was startled by James’ outburst. Other relatives resting in the room looked displeased at the disturbance.

“It’s true!” James gasped. “The Hummers are boycotting us, the Nicholson family! Half the businesses in Swinton have blacklisted us!”

“What? Boycott us? James, are you joking?” Florence was taken aback.

“Why would I joke?” James’ face fell. “Quine Group’s stock prices have plummeted. If this continues, we’ll be bankrupt in three days!”

The room erupted into chaos.

“How could this happen? Why would Mr. Hummer boycott us?”

“That’s right, we have nothing against the Hummers. There’s no reason for this!”

Everyone was at a loss. Edwin Hummer was one of the Mighty Three; his influence could easily destroy the Nicholson family.

“James! Tell me exactly what happened! Did we offend Mr. Hummer?” Florence anxiously asked, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

“It’s not us, it’s Dustin! I heard he showed up at the Hummers’ party last night and beat up Ms. Hummer. The Hummers are boycotting us for revenge.”

“That idiot again! Useless bastard! Why do we have to clean up his mess? Is there any justice left in the world?” Florence spat in anger.

“Why? We’ve already cut ties with Dustin. Why would the Hummer family go after us?”

“That’s right! The Nicholson family has nothing to do with Dustin anymore. He should be punished!”

“There’s no use complaining. Let’s think about how to placate Mr. Hummer’s anger!”

The argument continued, but no one had any concrete solutions. Dahlia, the family’s backbone, was still unconscious. None of them had the standing to meet with Mr. Hummer.

“Is something the matter?” Matt entered the room.

“Matt, thank goodness you’re here! You have to help us!” Florence ran to him. He was her last hope.

The others looked to Matt expectantly.

“Mrs. Nicholson, I’ll do my best. Tell me what’s going on,” Matt said comfortingly.

“It’s all Dustin’s fault!” Florence explained the situation.

“I understand,” Matt nodded thoughtfully. “Are you asking me to meet with Edwin and beg for mercy?”

“Yes! Aren’t you acquainted with Mr. Hummer? If you take our side, I’m sure he’ll relent!” Florence pleaded.

“Mrs. Nicholson, it’s not that I refuse to help. However, Ms. Hummer is still unconscious after being badly beaten. If I go to Mr. Hummer now, I’m afraid he would turn his anger on me,” Matt replied awkwardly.

“Matt! If you help us, you’ll be our family’s savior! Aren’t you interested in Dahlia? You can get married immediately once she regains consciousness!” Florence reassured him.

“That…that doesn’t sound like a good idea. I don’t want to take advantage of this situation. Why don’t we reconsider after Dahlia regains consciousness?” Matt asked.

“What’s the big deal? You’re mutually interested. It’s just a matter of time before getting engaged! Once we survive this crisis, you should get married!” Florence promised determinedly.

“Well, I’ll do my best,” Matt nodded, his expression torn. However, inwardly, he was elated.