Chapter 25

His bravery was evident as he dared to face two hundred elite Verdant Gang members alone by the river.

"Why are you here?" Dustin asked, setting down his flute.

"To kill you," Harold replied curtly.

"Anyone who offends the Verdant Gang dies without mercy!"

"Makes sense," Dustin muttered.

"What makes sense?" Harold frowned.

"That you won't die in vain," Dustin said indifferently.

Harold laughed, standing on his ship and looking down at Dustin scornfully. Could one man kill two hundred elite Verdant Gang members? The sheer arrogance! The recklessness!

After a few laughs, Harold's jovial expression turned cold. "You're the one who will die here," he said chillingly.

Dustin smiled softly. With a spring from the boat, he landed on the ship's deck two seconds later. He surged forward like a missile.

Harold signaled, and the two hundred elites charged. The clash was immediate.

Splash! Blood sprayed across the deck. Many fell lifeless, unable to react or fight back. It was as if the elites were made of paper.

Dustin moved through them like a sharp arrow, his presence unstoppable, tearing a path through the bodies. The dead piled up.

Harold's eyes twitched. The Verdant Gang had never faced such a terrifying opponent. Their training was useless.

As his men fell, he could no longer stand idly by. If Dustin continued, all two hundred would be dead.

"Is this the Wyatt family's abandoned son?" Harold's lips curled. How could someone so powerful be expelled?

His eyes narrowed in anger. "Move!" he yelled, preventing Dustin from slaughtering his entire force.

The elites parted. Harold stepped forward to face Dustin.

"I haven't had a good fight in a long time," Harold said, glaring. "At your age, to possess such powerwho is your mentor? What martial arts do you practice?"

"You can ask in hell," Dustin replied, pointing to the ground.

Harold's face darkened.

Boom! He attacked. Harold, a notorious and skilled fighter, possessed palpable murderous intent from years of killing. But Dustin barely glanced at him, countering with a simple, devastating punch.

"Cough!" Harold spat blood, horrified. He couldn't withstand a single blow!

"Who the hell are you?" Harold asked, shocked.

"As I said, ask in hell," Dustin smiled, delivering another blow, sending blood spraying across the deck.

Half an hour later, Dustin returned to his boat, picking up his flute. The mournful melody cleared the river fog, but the ship was gone. "What?! The ship sank?!"

At the set of Lady Covey's Diaries, Bella, applying makeup, was stunned by the news of Harold's sinking ship.

"Are you kidding me?"