Dahlia Nicholson and Dustin Rhys Novel
Chapter 1162

Chapter 1162: Brawl

"Kid, I'm giving you one last chance. Drop to your knees, bow down to me, and hand over those two stunning ladies behind you. Otherwise, I'll make sure you meet a gruesome end!" threatened Brayden with a menacing look.

What right does this young guy (Dustin) have to be with such exceptional beauties?

Only the privileged like him (Brayden) believe they have the right to enjoy such exquisite companions.

"I'll give you a chance as well. Leave immediately, or I'll make sure your legs are in no shape to stand," Dustin retorted in a chilling tone.

"You little...!"

Brayden erupted in anger and raised his fist to strike Dustin in the face.

As a member of the Grant family, he might not have excelled in academic pursuits, but he had some basic martial arts training from his childhood.

Not for any noble reason, but simply to impress girls.

"Don't overestimate yourself."

Dustin sneered and, with a swift motion, slapped Brayden, sending him tumbling to the ground, unable to get up.

"Ah?"

Seeing this, the onlookers were left dumbfounded.

No one had expected Dustin to dare lay a hand on Brayden.

After all, he was the second in power of the Grant family, the younger brother of General Tyler, and the most prominent young aristocrat in the entire provincial city (Millsburg)! Challenging someone of such influence, was this guy looking for trouble?!

"You... You actually dare to strike me?!"

Brayden struggled to get up, touching his bloody nose. In an instant, his face contorted in anger.

"You brat! You're a dead man! I'll skin you alive! I'll tear you limb from limb! And not just you, but your two women too. I'll make them my toygirl! I'll turn them into my pets!"

"Thud!"

Dustin delivered a swift kick to Brayden's stomach, prompting a painful scream and a spray of blood. Brayden was sent flying through the air like a cannonball, crashing into the wall with a wail of agony. "Are you all out of your minds? Take care of that kid for me!"

Brayden, his face twisted with anger, shouted at his henchmen.

While speaking, he coughed up more blood.

"Damn it! Dare to lay a hand on our young master? You must be out of your mind!"

"Brothers, let's take him down!"

After a brief moment of shock, the Grant family's henchmen immediately drew their blades and charged.

"Ready to risk your lives, huh? We're up for it!"

Without hesitation, the disciples of the Kirin Gang rushed forward.

The two groups quickly engaged in a chaotic brawl.

Although the Grant family's henchmen were stronger than the Celestial Heights Restaurant security, they were no match for the skilled members of the Kirin Gang.

In the heat of battle, the Grant family's henchmen were pushed back and routed.

"Erik (Erik Reeds), are you just going to stand there and watch? My people can't hold on any longer! Do something!" Brayden, exasperated, yelled at a muscular man dressed in black.

"Chill, Brayden. Masters usually come in fashionably late. Check out how I'm gonna turn things around!"

Erik grinned and, like a fierce tiger, leaped into the crowd, launching a brutal assault. His punches and kicks were swift and powerful, almost unstoppable. Even the skilled members of the Flame Dragon Guild (an arm of Kirin Gang) struggled to defend themselves.

With Erik joining the fray, the entire situation instantly turned in their favor!