Chapter 1411

Chapter 1411: Challenge For A Duel


Ian suddenly burst into laughter, starting low and gradually getting louder, becoming increasingly uninhibited.

The onlookers felt their scalps tingling and instinctively moved away, creating distance from him.

Everyone knew that Ian had an eccentric personality, prone to fits of rage, especially when he unleashed his trademark sinister laugh. Every time it happened, it meant that bloodshed was imminent.

“You really have guts, kid!”

After his laughter subsided, Ian’s expression turned serious. “It’s been so many years, and no one has dared to speak to me like this. Inept? Talentless? Well… very well! Just for those two sentences, today, you are definitely going to die!”

Saying this, his hand moved towards the gun holstered at his waist.

“Ian! I warn you not to act recklessly!”

Natasha stood in front of Dustin, her voice cold. “Dustin is my man, and if you dare to harm him, I won’t spare you!”


Ian frowned, his face darkening. “Natasha, do you know what you’re saying? Are you going to oppose me for the sake of this small-time pretty boy?”

“So what if I oppose you? Do you think you can do as you please?” Natasha remained fearless.

Ian’s notorious reputation might intimidate lesser aristocratic families, but it was far from enough to scare her.

“Hmph! You’re a woman; I won’t argue with you.”

Ian gritted his teeth and turned his fierce gaze towards Dustin. “Kid, you’re acting so arrogantly behind a woman. What kind of man are you? If you have the guts, face me one-on-one. Let’s have a duel between men!”

“You’re not even worthy of fighting me,” Dustin replied calmly.

“You arrogant son of a b*tch!” Ian’s face darkened even further. “I’m a prestigious fourth-rank Strong Martial General, skilled in both civil and military affairs. Who the hell do you think you are to look down on me?!”

“So, you’re a fourth-rank general. So what? You owe your current status to the Bryant family’s backing. Otherwise, do you think you’d have achieved this level of prestige?” Dustin sneered.

Dustin had encountered many pampered young masters like Ian. They relied on their family’s influence and considered themselves outstanding individuals when, in reality, they were nothing more than leeches.

“You little ****! You talk so big!” Ian’s face flushed with anger. “I’m a dignified fourth-rank Strong Martial General, and you dare to look down on me?!”

“Talk is cheap. Prove your worth in a fight.” Dustin remained composed, unimpressed by Ian’s bluster.

The entire banquet hall was in an uproar, and it seemed like a violent confrontation was inevitable.

“Since you’re so eager to get a beating, I’ll indulge you and help you understand that you shouldn’t be so arrogant in life,” Dustin said calmly.

“Good! Today, I’ll see what you’re made of!” Ian snorted and removed his coat, tossing it to one of his subordinates, then stepped onto the stage.
The dancers and performers on the stage were frightened and scattered.

“Honey, are you really going to fight him?” Natasha asked.

“This kind of brute can only be intimidated through force. Talking won’t work with him. We need to subdue him with strength first, and then we can talk,” Dustin replied.

“That makes sense,” Natasha nodded slightly. “Just be careful.”

“Why? Afraid I’ll lose?” Dustin smiled.

“Of course not,” Natasha rolled her eyes. “I just want you to go easy on him. Don’t beat him to dead, or it will be troublesome.”

She was well aware of Dustin’s strength. Dealing with someone like Ian would be a walk in the park for him. However, the problem was that Ian had the powerful Bryant family behind him. If Dustin went too far, it could lead to complications.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just teach him a lesson. If he backs down, nothing serious will happen,” Dustin replied with a faint smile.

Of course, if Ian proved to be stubborn, then he shouldn’t blame Dustin for being ruthless.

“Hey! What are you dilly-dallying for down there, kid? Get up on the stage!” Ian shouted impatiently.

On the stage, Ian stood with an imposing presence. He was over six feet tall, had a robust physique, bulging muscles, and a fierce expression. His whole demeanor was intimidating.

“Why the rush? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?” Dustin cast a cold glance at him and then slowly ascended the stage.


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