Chapter 189

“Uh…”

The head rolling on the ground silenced the martial arts gym for a moment, followed by commotion and screams. No one expected Gabriel to commit suicide so decisively and ferociously. He'd severed his own head with a single sword stroke.

"Has he lost his mind?!"

"What did you do to Sir Gabriel?!" Nigel was sweating with fear.

"You want to find out? Go ask him yourself." Ignoring the shocked expressions, Dustin turned and left the gym. A fully armed team immediately rushed in and sealed off the scene. Everyone involved was arrested. He didn't care what happened next. With Sergeant Spanner's power, there would be no loopholes in handling this.

On the other side, at Fallridge Haven:

"What? Dustin didn't die?! How could this happen? Gabriel is in the top ten of the Hundred Immortals, and he brought many elite Horst family members! It should have been easy to deal with that kid." The news caused Caden to furrow his brows.

"We still don't know the details. There was no news from the dojo. We only heard that Dustin returned unharmed," the guard whispered.

"That's odd. Where is Gabriel? Call him," Caden said thoughtfully.

"Sir Gabriel has disappeared. The phone's unreachable, and the dojo has been sealed off by the military," the guard replied.

"Sealed off by the military? What happened?"

"We're not sure yet."

"Send someone to investigate," Caden ordered.

"Yes, sir!" The guard quickly left.

Suddenly, the sound of a helicopter's blades was heard outside. A military helicopter landed steadily in the square. An old man with white hair and a burly figure, followed by several subordinates, confidently emerged.

The old man had a square face, a goatee, and a dignified look, exuding a powerful aura—the aura of a seasoned warrior. Ordinary people would shiver at his sight. This was Christopher Murray, the founder of Dragonmarsh.

"Father? What brings you here?" Caden, startled while drinking tea, spilled it all over the floor. He didn't have time to worry about it, rising respectfully to greet his father. Though Christopher hadn't been involved in family affairs for ten years, his influence still commanded fear. Even Caden, the heir, didn't dare to be insolent.

"Kneel," Christopher commanded softly.

"What?" Caden was stunned, then obediently knelt. In the Murray family, Christopher was like a god.

"Do you know why I made you kneel?" Christopher sat, his presence imposing.

"I don't know." Caden lowered his head.

"Hmph! You've damaged our family's reputation! You did things you shouldn't have and offended people you shouldn't have. Our reputation is almost ruined because of you!" Christopher's expression was cold.

"Huh? Father, I don't understand." Caden was stunned.

"You don't even know you've made a huge mistake. The Murrays will be destroyed by you if you don't step down as head of the family. If you're not capable, then step down now!" Christopher was livid.

"Step down?" Caden was stunned. He'd expected a scolding, not a dismissal. He'd worked hard for the family, maintaining order. To be suddenly asked to step down without reason was deeply unsatisfying.

"Father, I don't understand. What did I do wrong?" Caden was unwilling.

"You are ignorant and shortsighted. You don't recognize a true dragon when you see one. Retire and reflect before you cause more trouble. Then we'll talk." Christopher allowed no argument.

Caden opened his mouth to explain, but Christopher interrupted. "Save some dignity, and don't disappoint me further!"

Caden fell silent, confused, kneeling on the ground.

"Leave and call Sheila," Christopher waved his hand.

"Yes…" Caden bowed deeply before leaving, his face filled with gloom.

After a while, Sheila ran into the living room, surprised. She threw herself into Christopher's arms, tearfully pleading, "Grandpa! You came just in time! Please save Dustin! He's about to die!"

"Okay, alright. Silly girl, Dustin is fine now." Christopher smiled rarely. Caden had gained his position, in part, by giving Christopher this precious granddaughter.

"Really? Dustin is really okay?" Sheila quickly wiped away her tears.

"Of course. When has Grandpa ever lied to you?" Christopher patted her head.

"Thank you, Grandpa!" Excited, Sheila kissed her grandfather's face. The old man burst into laughter.

"Little girl, are you so nervous about Dustin because you have a crush on him?" Christopher suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Sheila's face turned red. "Grandpa! What are you talking about? I don't have a crush on him!"

"Hehe…if you like someone, then you like them. What's there to be afraid of admitting? Young people should be bold." Christopher laughed.

"Grandpa, Dustin saved me. I'm just grateful to him," Sheila lowered her head, stuttering, her neck red.

"Just grateful? Then why were you crying for him? Little girl, if you really like him, take the initiative. That kid is no ordinary person. If you can win him over, it will be great news for me too." Christopher rubbed his beard and laughed. After all, Dustin was the kirin.

"If he can become my grandson-in-law, those old guys will be jealous, won't they? Hahaha—" He thought.