Chapter 484

Dustin frowned. "That meant it was the Hills that did this?"

He had been kind enough to have Edmund deliver them the medicinal wine to

treat Paul. Instead of being grateful, they attacked Edmund. No

matter the reason, he was not going to let them go easily.

Dustin felt guilty. "I'm sorry, Mr. Robinson. I put you into this mess. Y

ou wouldn't have endured such suffering if I didn't send you there."

Edmund forced out a smile. "No, it has nothing to do with you. I was just

unlucky."

"Don't worry. Mr. Robinson. I will get revenge for you. It doesn't matter

who did this to you. I will make them pay!" Dustin vowed.

"Mr. Rhys, the Hills are a powerful and influential family that we can't

afford to offend. Please don't act impulsively." Edmund grew agitated. It

was one thing for him to be beaten, but if he was the reason Dustin was

harmed, he would never forgive himself.

"Don't worry about me. You just need to make sure you get better. I'll de

al with this matter." He took out a

pill and fed it to Edmund before standing up to leave.

"Dustin, where are you going?" Abigail felt inexplicably uneasy.

"To get revenge." He patted her shoulders.

"Take care of your dad. Call me anytime if something happens." He left as

soon as he said that.

Half an hour later, Dustin arrived at the front gates of the Hill family

residence. Taking in the luxurious villa, Dustin walked up to it with del

iberate steps, his expression dark.

"Stand right there!

Who are you?" The guard yelled after noticing him.

Dustin asked coldly, "Are you the ones who have been standing guard the w

hole day?"

"So what if we are?" He cocked his head up. He wasn't afraid of offending

Dustin purely because of the clothes he was wearing. It was obvious Dust

in wasn't from a prestigious family.

"Very well. Did you guys beat up a man who delivered some medicinal wine

today?" Dustin asked again.

Realization dawned on his face. "Oh, you mean that old man? It just so ha

ppened that he ran into Young Mr. Hill, so he got roughed up."

"You mean Torben Hill?" Dustin narrowed his eyes.

The guard glared at him fiercely. "Hey! Who

are you to call Young Mr. Hill by his full name? That's Sir Hill to you."

"What's the reason?"

"Reason?" The guard was puzzled for a moment before bursting into laughte

r. "Are you fucking joking? Does Young Mr. Hill need a reason to beat som

eone up? Peasants like you are even below his pet dogs. He can just kill

you without reason, not to mention beat you up!"

"Is this how the Hill family operates? Disregarding human life for no rea

son?" Dustin's expression grew colder.

"Who the fuck are you?" The guard sized him up. "You aren't that old man'

s son, are you? What? Are you here

for revenge? Open up your fucking eyes, and look at where you are!"

"Punk, this is not a place for you to act so recklessly. Scram! Otherwise

, your father will be the last of his

bloodline!"

The rest of the guards laughed mockingly, with Dustin looking like a clow

n to them. They had gotten used to

their tyrannical bullying and wouldn't care about mere peasants.

"Last question. Did you join in the beating?" Dustin's expression was cal

m, but his eyes were frosty.

"So what if we did? Get the fuck out of here before we make you a cripple

d man!" The guard yelled.

"It's good that you admitted

to it." Dustin nodded determinedly at his words, and without another word

, hel landed a forceful punch on the guard's abdomen.

The impact resembled a truck collision, and a thunderous explosion sounde

d as the guard flew backward. He crashed heavily into the gate, with the

sturdy metal gates denting under the force.

The guard was stuck to the gate, every bone in his body was shattered as

blood gushed out from his mouth and nose. He died on the spot.