Chapter 101

Was this really happening? This could only mean Dustin was a powerful person, even feared by their leader!

Rachel's face reflected utter shock. Staring at Dustin, her mind went blank. Who was he? Horace treated him with such respect, and Ronald knelt before him. Why had she never heard of Dustin Fox in Lovellia's entertainment industry?

Dustin tossed aside his paper cup, spilling cheap tea onto the food on the ground. Ronald trembled.

"Do you want the Serpentine Gang destroyed?" Dustin asked icily.

"N-No…" Ronald stammered, fear evident in his voice. "I rushed here immediately after your call to stop this farce." He then shouted, "Brantley, kneel!"

Terror-stricken and defeated, Brantley was about to obey, but Dustin waved him off. "No need."

"Thank you, Mr. Fox!" Ronald exclaimed, relieved.

"I called you here for one reason," Dustin said icily. "We're having a shoot tomorrow. This place is unacceptable. Clean it up. I expect it done properly." Ronald was stunned. He'd expected a lesson for Brantley, not corpse disposal and cleanup. Brantley was terrified.

"Please spare me, Mr. Fox!" he begged.

Dustin ignored him. "No mercy," he said to his Hell Guards.

Whoosh! They moved with the speed of grim reapers, swiftly and efficiently spilling blood onto the ground. Brantley's lackeys fell one by one.

"Mr. Quigley!" Brantley cried to Ronald. "Save us! We work for you!"

Ronald's face darkened. After a moment, he waved his arm. "Lock down this area. No one escapes." His men immediately secured the perimeter, preventing Brantley and his men from fleeing.

Brantley and his remaining lackeys were horrified. Was this the leader they'd sworn loyalty to? How could he collude in their murder? In moments, all of Brantley's men were dead.

Brantley stood, legs trembling. He knew he might not survive.

"You b*tch! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this mess!" he screamed at Rachel. "If I die, I'm taking you with me!"

Terrified, Rachel was speechless, consumed by fear.

"Ugh."

A Hell Guard slit Brantley's throat. He fell, hate burning in his wide eyes. He’d loved women, and a woman had led to his death.

"My Liege, what of this woman?" a Hell Guard asked.

Rachel’s face drained of color. She wanted to beg, but couldn't speak. She never expected Dustin to be so terrifying.

"Do I need to tell you?" Dustin's voice was glacial. Even a woman deserved death.

"Please forgive me, My Liege," the Hell Guard said respectfully, and he swung his knife.

All who had come to cause trouble that night were dead. Ronald silently ordered his men to clean the area.

Dustin stood, his face cold. "You've been watching. Come out."