An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

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"Just this pathetic bunch that are trying to pass off as experts? Can't imagine where you get that confidence."

Dustin scanned the group with indifference.

"How outrageous!"

"This piece of shit sure is daring!"

The thugs roared, clearly unhappy about being underestimated by someone younger.

"Still pretending to be all that, huh?" Elena huffed.

Then she ordered, "Guys! Kick him out!"

"Yes, miss!" The thugs drew their knives and charged at Dustin.

"Get lost!" Dustin stepped forward, unleashing a powerful surge of energy.

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As if struck by a truck, more than a dozen thugs were sent flying. They landed several feet away, struggling to get

up and coughing up blood.

Everyone was shocked seeing this.

The Camron family, Eleanor and Elena, were left speechless. No one expected Dustin to be that strong. He

effortlessly sent a dozen skilled fighters flying with just one move.

It seemed unreal.

"H-How is this possible?" Eleanor and Elena exchanged bewildered glances.

They had brought in a team of experts, thinking they could easily handle Dustin. However, with just one move, he

shattered those expectations. How could this piece of shit be so powerful?

"Now, still thinking of making a move?" Dustin stepped forward, causing Elena to stagger back, her face draining of

color.

Trembling, she stammered out, "Y-You! D-Don't come closer! I'm Elena, the eldest daughter of the Forrest family.

My family won't let you off if you do anything to me!"

"Is that so?" Dustin snorted.

He raised his hand and delivered a sharp slap across her face. He remarked coldly, "Now that I've made my move,

what's the Forrest family going to do?"

"You dare to hit me?" She covered her red cheek, eyes full of resentment.

"You're finished, Rhys! I will make you pay!"

"Pay?" Raising his hand once more, he delivered another hard slap to her face, leaving her disoriented.

He continued, "I want to see how you would make me 'pay.'"

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"Y-You ..." Elena's face was red and swollen with anger, and hatred in her eyes. If she had the upper hand, she

would tear Dustin apart.

"Dustin! That's enough!" Eleanor couldn't bear to watch any longer. She sternly shouted, "If you dare mess around

again, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Rude?" Dustin sneered, then delivered a forceful slap across Eleanor's face, asking, "How rude are you planning to

be?"

The slap was strong, causing Eleanor to stagger and nearly fall. Blood dripped from her nose and mouth. She

looked like a mess.

"You ... How dare you hit me?" She widened her eyes, finding it hard to believe.

"What's wrong with hitting you? I'll hit you if I want to. What can you all do about it?" Dustin's words were

domineering. At that moment, he had no intention of holding back.

If the Forrest family or the Welch family were related to Lana's death, they would all pay the price!