Chapter 422

The ladies shrank away from the table in terror. Nelson, looking as though he'd seen a ghost, immediately pulled away, worried that Dustin might suddenly kill him as well. The only one left calmly sitting in his seat was Patrick.

"Can I know what you have against Harry?" Patrick asked cooly.

"Nothing." Dustin shook his head.

"Then, do you have a grudge against him?"

"Nope."

"Then, why did you kill him?"

"Because he deserved to die."

"And the reason?" Patrick pressed. He despised people who killed others without reason. No matter how powerful those people might be, they didn't deserve to be his friends.

"Mr. Hill, doesn't the vodka smell wonderful?" Instead of answering Patrick's question, Dustin countered with a question of his own.

"Why does that matter?" Patrick frowned.

"It smells extremely delicious. Too delicious, in fact." Dustin pulled out a silver needle and stuck it into the glass. When he drew the needle back out, the tip had already turned black!

"It's