The room echoed with a thunderous crash as Dustin forcefully drove Russo's head beneath the shattered remnants of the glass table. Blood adorned Russo's face, and his cries of pain reverberated through the room.

A wave of surprise seized everyone. They were taken aback by the audacious assault on Russo. They tried to process the events. They wondered if Dustin possessed a death wish by taking on Russo.

Russo, a scion of the great family with immense influence, commanded utmost respect. Even a slight disrespect risked catastrophic consequences. They thought that this kid was undoubtedly audacious.

"I'll ask again, where is Lisa?" Dustin demanded.

His grip on Russo was unwavering. An ominous air enveloped him.

Russo's face was adorned with glass shards. He winced in pain, rendering his ordinary features even more grotesque.

"Damn it! How dare you touch me? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my dad is?" he bellowed.

His voice was strained and furious.

"Bastard! I warn you.