Chapter 178

The Zimmer family and the Panther Gang were involved somehow.

"He must have secrets," Bianca said coldly. "Dig up everything about him! I want all his secrets exposed. Every single one! Only then can I deal with him."

Michael nodded. "Yes, understood."

"Go," Bianca waved him away impatiently. She was ready to return to her hotel and rest. Her visit to the Cain family villa had been a waste of time, leaving her mentally and physically exhausted.

"Leaving so soon, Miss Bianca?"

A languid voice echoed from the alley entrance. Bianca stiffened and turned. The dim light made it difficult to see clearly.

"Who's there?" Michael shouted.

As the figure approached, Bianca recognized him.

"Dustin!" she spat, her face darkening with disgust. She hadn't expected him to still be here.

Michael immediately stepped forward protectively.

"No need," Bianca said disdainfully. "He wouldn't dare touch me. I am a daughter of the Winter family. He'd have to be insane to lay a finger on me." As the favorite daughter of one of the Seven Clans of Central Harbor, she possessed unshakeable confidence. Few in Lovellia dared to cross her; they knew the consequences.

"So, Dustin, why are you here? Afraid I'll expose your crimes? Begging for mercy?" Bianca taunted.

Despite Dustin's disruption of her plans, she remained outwardly calm and arrogant. His face darkened as their eyes met.

"My father's remains Where are they? How did you get them?" he asked, his voice cold and menacing.

"Oh? You care about those worthless bones?" Bianca scoffed, laughing mockingly. "I thought you cared about nothing."

Her smirk vanished, replaced by a glare. "If you want to know about the remains, is that how you ask? If you crawl to me like a dog, begging and groveling, I might tell you."

A dangerous glint flashed in Dustin's eyes.

"What's wrong? Can't swallow your pride?" Bianca sneered. "You spent over ten years groveling for the Wyatt family. Surely you can manage a little more?"

Dustin's lips curled into a cold smile. The chill in his eyes was unmistakable. Did she really think he was still the man she could humiliate at will?

"The Winter family—one of the Seven Clans of Central Harbor. Impressive," he said indifferently. "Do I look impressed?"

As he spoke, a shadow darted from behind him—swift and deadly—then vanished. Bianca checked herself for injuries, finding none.

Bam!

A loud sound echoed. She turned and froze. Michael lay dead, his eyes wide in disbelief. He had been killed instantly.

Bianca's eyes widened in rage and disbelief. Dustin had just killed an elite Winter family martial artist. How dare he?!

She had mocked him moments ago, claiming he wouldn't dare provoke the Winters. He had proven her wrong immediately.

"You!" she began angrily, but before she could finish, Dustin raised his hand.

Swish!

A strand of her hair fell to the ground. A thin cut marred her cheek. The sting of pain twisted her face in shock and rage.

"You have three days," Dustin said coldly. "Return my father's remains, or you'll meet the same fate."

He turned and walked away. Bianca's face contorted with fury; she trembled with rage.

"Dustin, I will kill you!" Her scream echoed through the alley.