An Understated Dominance - Chapter 26

As soon as Dustin entered the building, he moved steadily through it, taking down everyone he encountered. His opponents fell quickly, unable to resist him.

“You want revenge on me, but you don’t even know who I am,” Dustin said, closing in on Trevor with a cold look in his eyes.

“Stay back! If you come any closer, I’ll kill you!” Trevor shouted, pulling a gun from his desk.

But before Trevor could raise it, Dustin rushed forward, grabbing the gun’s muzzle. He then wrenched it from Trevor’s grip.

Trevor was stunned to see the gun’s muzzle twisted. It was made of iron, yet Dustin handled it as if it were made of clay.

“Mr. Rhys, this is a misunderstanding. I promise I won’t bother you again if you just leave,” Trevor said, feeling a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He realized Dustin’s strength was far beyond ordinary people’s. It made sense why someone as powerful as Hunter respected him.

“You won’t bother me, but I want to bother you,” Dustin said suddenly, grabbing Trevor by the shoulder and pulling him hard. With a crack, Trevor’s arm broke.

“Argh!” Trevor screamed. “How dare you touch my woman?” Dustin remained unfazed and struck again, breaking Trevor’s other arm.

Trevor was sweating and pale, while the others in the room trembled in fear, too scared to approach Dustin.

“Do you know who supports me? Edwin Hummer, the leader of Swinton’s Mighty Three! If you kill me, Sir Hummer will make you pay!” Trevor threatened, trying to intimidate Dustin with the name of his powerful patron.

“Are those your last words?” Dustin asked, an amused expression crossing his face. He tossed Trevor to the ground. “If you have nothing else to say…”

“Please, don’t kill me! I have power, influence, and money! I can give you anything you want, just don’t kill me!” Trevor cried, blood spilling from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground, fear evident in his eyes.

Dustin looked around and noticed a man in a bright outfit standing in the corner. “You must be his henchman since you’re right by his side,” he said.

The man nodded, too scared to speak. “Good. Kill him, and all his assets will belong to you.” Dustin then kicked a knife toward the man. The man stared at the knife, hesitating for a moment before his expression hardened. “No…”

Before Trevor could plead again, the man seized the knife and plunged it into Trevor’s chest. Blood poured from the wound, and Trevor’s eyes widened in shock as he fell to the ground, unaware of who he had crossed.

“Sir, I’ve killed him,” the man said nervously.

Dustin remained calm. “Trevor was quite influential in East City. Now that he’s dead, do you think you can handle the fallout?”

The man, having made his choice, replied confidently, “Don’t worry, Sir. I can handle it!”

“Oh? You sound sure of yourself,” Dustin remarked, raising an eyebrow. “What position do you hold in the Drey Group?”

The man paused before pointing at Trevor’s lifeless body. “He’s my father.”