An Understated Dominance - Chapter 443

Terry was a rival to Tyler Grant in terms of power because they both liked to do things their own way. Mike secretly taunted Tyler, “So what if you’re rich? You still have to answer to the Doyle family.”

The Doyle family, known for their martial arts skills, always acted on their own terms and wouldn’t take this lightly.

Nina watched the scene unfold and shook her head, satisfied with the drama. “The Doyle family is incredibly powerful. I guess it’s over for this guy.”

Wealth and power are different. Many rich families are weak compared to powerful ones. Duncan smirked and said, “Are you scared now? Now that you know who I am, you should know what to do next.”

Even though Duncan couldn’t pull together 100 million dollars, he had a strong brother. Using his brother’s name usually got him what he wanted.

Dustin replied firmly, “So what? Don’t be a sore loser. You lost the bet, so you have to keep your end of the deal.”

Duncan frowned and said, “Do you even realize what you’re saying? Are you challenging the Doyle family right now?”

“I still say the same thing. Since you lost, you need to kneel!” Custin added.

Duncan shouted angrily, “You have no shame!” He slammed his hand on the table and yelled, “Men, teach him a lesson!”

At that moment, two large bodyguards stepped out from the corner of the room.

“Anyone who disrespects the Doyle family will pay the price. We’re going to break one of your arms today!” they warned as they advanced toward Dustin, their faces fierce. People around them quickly moved aside in fear.

“Get away from me!” Dustin yelled. As the guards got close, he struck them hard across the face, sending them flying. Furniture shattered, and wine spilled everywhere.

“Holy crap!” Duncan exclaimed, shocked. He never thought Dustin could defeat his two top bodyguards so easily.

“Kneel!” Dustin said slowly, his eyes turning fierce as he approached Duncan.

“Y-you better not mess with me! My brother will come after you if you hurt me!” Duncan shouted, panic in his voice.

“Is that so? Let’s see if your brother can actually help you,” Dustin replied with a sneer before kicking Duncan hard in the stomach.

“Ouch!” Duncan cried out as he flew through the air, crashing to the ground and landing in a bloody heap.

“H-how dare you hit me!” Duncan stammered, furious.

“So what?” Dustin said calmly. “You broke your promise first. It’s only fair to trade three barks for three slaps.”

With that, he slapped Duncan twice across the face. Duncan felt dizzy, his teeth rattling and blood pouring from his nose. His already round face swelled even more.

“Next time, keep a low profile when you want to have some fun,” Dustin warned as he raised his hand for the final blow.

With a loud smack, Duncan’s hefty body flew into the air and crashed onto a table, where he passed out instantly.

Everyone around them stood in shock, staring at Dustin. How could he hit someone from the Doyle family? Did he want to get himself killed?