Chapter 62.

"Who dares to stir up trouble on my turf? Do they have a

death wish?" Mason Zims bellowed as he strutted with a cigar in his

mouth. Everywhere he went, the crowd dispersed as they were all afraid of

provoking him. Even Dahlia's expression turned grave upon laying eyes on

him. Although Trevor Spanner was dead, Mason Zims managed to inherit all

of his power and was glowing in his element. With Edwin Hummer behind his

back too, not many had the privilege of offending him. sitively "You

escape through the side door. I'll cover for you!" Dahlia ordered as she

stepped forward to shield Dustin. She was an influential figure herself,

so even if Mason was batshit crazy, she knew he didn't have the balls to

do anything to her. It was a different story for Dustin though, for he

wasn't an influential figure or anything. So, if he were unfortunate

enough to fall into Zim's clutches, he would end up dead or disabled, at

the very least! "You want him to escape? Where to? As long as Sir Zims is

here, even if Jesus came down from Heaven today. He won't be able to save

you! Your death is imminent!" Mr. Chansey huffed before cockily strutting

up to Mason. "You've finally arrived, Sir Zims! Just take a look at my

face. Look how it got beat up!" Mr. Chansey lamented. "What happened

here?" Mason asked with an eyebrow raised. "The story is, this woman

approached me for a loan just now. But when I noticed that she had bad

credit, I refused to lend her any money. Who knew she'd be so shameless

as to start seducing me on top of toying with other men? And just because

I didn't want to give in to her mind games, she beat me up! Can you

believe this?" Mr. Chansey lied through his teeth, spewing out bullshit

the whole time. "Oh, she's a wild one, I see? Did you mention my name?"

Mason snapped. He didn't look like he came here to make friends. "Of

course I did! But they didn't bat an eye at the mention of your name and

even boldly proclaimed that they'd just fight you if you showed up!" Mr.

Chansey instigated. "Good–no, excellent! If I don't flex my muscles once

in a while, people will start thinking I've lost my touch!" Mason

guffawed wickedly. He had just taken control of the Drey Group and was

worried he'd have no opportunity to push his weight around. It was about

time a few people who weren't afraid of death came up to him today! "What

a load of crap!" Dahlia exploded after holding herself back for so long.

She took a few steps forward and started explaining. "Sir Zims, I was the

one who approached him to take out a loan, but not only did he deny me a

loan, he even tried to make things difficult for me! All those

accusations about seducing him and toying with other men were totally

made up and untrue, to say the least. He was lying the whole ti- But

before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a wave from

Mason's hand. "What makes you think that I care about the truth? I don't

give a shit about who was right or wrong. The fact of the matter was that

you picked a fight with someone on my turf, which meant that you were

indirectly disrespecting me as well! So, for everyone who disrespects me,

whether it be Tom, Dick, or Harry, I'll have them kneel in front of me to

beg for forgiveness."

Dahlia couldn't help but frown upon hearing that. She didn't expect him to be so unreasonable.

"Heh, didn't you hear what he just said? Hurry up and kneel on the ground

and beg for your life to be spared!" Mr. Chansey snickered. He was well

aware of Mason's character, which was why he dared to act so cocky and

reckless now. "Tell me…Who was the man who hit you just now? Let's see if

he can escape with his hands intact today!" Mason twirled a knife in his

hand. He vowed to make an example of someone today, no matter what! "Sir

Zims, he was the little shit who beat me up!" Mr. Chansey stretched out a

finger and pointed. As Mason chewed on a cigar hanging from his mouth, he

raised his chin and turned his head around to see who it was. However,

the moment his gaze met Dustin's, it was as if his whole body was struck

by lightning and he became frozen on the spot! The steel knife in his

hand also fell to the ground and clattered on the floor. "Oh, my God, why

him of all people?!" Mason thought nervously. His body stiffened upon

gazing at Dustin's familiar face. Cold sweat immediately broke out on his

face. He was so scared his legs started to buckle. Even after all this

time, that image of Dustin wiping out an entire building by himself was

still as fresh in his mind as ever. It still gave him nightmares to this

day. He became even more frightened after hearing about Travis Spanner's

disappearance and the destruction of Spanner Villa two days ago. That was

because he knew very well that it was all Dustin's doing. Somehow, Dustin

had managed to make Travis Spanner, a general of the western warzone,

disappear without a trace in just one night. That just solidified how

terrifying the man standing in front of him was! "Fucking pig! Why'd he

have to get me in this mess!" he grumbled to himself. "Weren't you

barking like a rabid dog just now, you little shit? Why aren't you saying

anything now that Sir Zims is here?" Mr. Chansey, who still didn't get

the memo, continued taunting Dustin as if he had nine lives." Let's see

if you dare slap me again. I'll see to it that you die a horrible death

today!" The moment he finished speaking, Mason saw a chance to redeem

himself and rushed forward to slap the living daylights out of Chansey!

The sound of a crunch came, followed by a staggering Mr. Chansey, who

looked like he was about to collapse any second. A red handmark could

clearly be seen on his face. "Sir Zims? A–aren't you beating up the wrong

person right now?" Mr. Chansey mumbled as he used his hands to cover his

somewhat shocked expression. "Me, beating up the wrong guy? But you're

the guy I'm supposed to beat up!" Mason roared furiously, and without

skipping a beat, he lifted a hand to slap Chansey a few more times before

throwing him onto the ground. As if that did not quell his rage, he

started to punch and kick Chansey again, cussing him out as he went. "You

fat pig! I feel like throwing up whenever I see you! Why would such a

stunning woman like Ms. Nicholson seduce you? Do you even know what you

look like?! How fucking dare you spread my name so casually like that!

How dare you make a fool out of me, I'll see to it that you stay dead!"

The more he cursed, the fiercer he became

and the more blows he delivered. At this point, Mr. Chansey had been

beaten up to the extent of crying like a little bitch, screaming for his

parents, while he cradled his head and begged for mercy at the same time.

"What the hell is going on here?" someone whispered from the crowd. The

sudden turn of events left the crowd stunned. No one had expected the

tables to turn so drastically. Wasn't Mason, who arrived like a hurricane

minutes before, supposed to be on Mr. Chansey's side? So why was he

beating up his own teammate instead? Who was on whose side now actually?

"Um…" Dahlia trailed off as her eyes widened. She was speechless at

Mason's sudden shift in attitude. "Just a second ago, he paraded around

like a cocky motherfucker, acting so domineering and unreasonable but now

he was pretending as if he had a halo on his head, and was putting on a

righteous front. More importantly, she could obviously make out that

there was a trace of fear on his face. However, that was the part that

got her stumped. Could one still be fearful of anything or anyone after

assassinating someone so powerful as Sir Spanner? Looking around the

room, her gaze eventually landed on Dustin. Come to think of it, Mason's

sudden shift in attitude seemed to have something to do with his

encounter with Dustin. Was it possible that Mason was terrified of

Dustin?