Zeke almost toppled over from the slap by the middle-aged man. "You …" Zeke gritted his teeth, a scowl forming on his face after being humiliated in front of everyone. However, his hands were tied because the men outnumbered him and came with the backing of the Langfords. "My friend, let's not burn bridges. What's the point of coming at us?" Gordon frowned and intervened. "Fuck you!" The man grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it on Gordon's head. The beer was everywhere in an instant, and Gordon was bleeding from the head. "That's too much!" Zoey jumped out and protested, "Do you know who you just hit? He's the son of the Flynn family—Gordon Flynn!" "I don't care wherever the fuck he's from. He's dead meat if he gets into trouble with the Langfords." The man was ferocious. Zoey choked on anger. "Y-y-you'd better not be a bully!" "What if I am a bully? Whoever tries to step up today will stand in the firing line!" The man gestured, and his bodyguards drew their swords. Thei
The middle-aged man's expression was unfriendly, "I'm warning you. Don't try to be a hero. Otherwise, I'll break both your legs!" "You can hit anyone but her." Dustin stood in front of Natasha, his gaze calm. "And if I do?" he sneered. "Then I'll cripple you," Dustin smiled. "You must be tired of living, bastard!" The middle-aged man finally erupted in anger. "Get him! I want him beaten mercilessly! I'll take full responsibility if he dies!""Yes, sir!" On his command, the bodyguards stopped holding back, immediately brandishing their knives at Dustin. Dustin slammed one hand on the table, and the knives on the table bounced up. With a wave of his sleeves, sharp whistles were heard. Appearing like hidden weapons, the knives shot straight into the bodyguards' knees. In a blink of an eye, the previously arrogant and intimidating group of bodyguards were taken down. "What?" The middle-aged man's expression shifted upon the scene laid out before him. He'd been around long e
"Don't worry. I started this. I'll make sure not to pull you both down into this mess. Of course, if you're scared, you could leave first. I didn't see a thing," Dustin said casually. A few simple words had made them feel indignant, and their faces burned, especially from the looks the three women were giving them. It was humiliating to be looked down on by an ordinary doctor. "You're dead meat, punk! All of you are dead meat!" The middle-aged man got up from the floor with a disheveled appearance. "Say that again? Who's dead meat?" Dustin gave him another slap. "You—" Before he could speak, another heavy slap landed on his face. With a grunt, finally, he fainted from the attacks. Zoey and the rest of them watched in shock. They couldn't believe Dustin was merciless and dared attack with such force, even though he knew the other party was from the Langford family. He must really not value his life! "Weakling." Dustin dusted his hands, feeling unsatisfied. "Dustin! Do yo
Zoey was ecstatic and chimed in, "Adriana, there's hope! As long as Gordon convinces Mr. Langford, I'm sure you'll be safe then." "That's great. Thanks, Gordon!" As Adriana thanked him profusely, her cleavage came into full view. "It's nothing. I'm just helping out a friend." Gordon waved his hand like it was a minor issue. "Alright, since we've resolved the matter, let's go for a few more rounds of drinks," Zeke said, calling up his driver and ushering them into his car. Just as they were about to depart, more than ten black SUVs screeched to a halt in front of the restaurant, surrounding it entirely. As the doors opened, a group of fighters with batons in hand got off and barged into the restaurant with a murderous look. "Dang! Weren't those the Langfords' men?" Zeke's eye twitched, and he was inexplicably nervous. He thought they were lucky to have left in time. If they had been slower by even two minutes, they probably wouldn't have been able to escape then. "Natasha, w
Dahlia put on a calm front even though she felt hurt from the icy glare Dustin was giving her. "Dustin, I just didn't want you to get into trouble. I didn't do it so you can feel indebted to me," she said nonchalantly. "I don't think what happens to me is any of your business." "I know you hate me. I know I've wronged you too. I'll try my best to make it up to you in the future." "Make it up to me?" Dustin scoffed, "Oh, Dahlia, you think too highly of yourself. Do you think I actually care?" "Then what do you care about? Or perhaps, is there anything you need help on?" she asked tentatively. "Sorry. I don't need anything. I just need you to get far away from me," Dustin responded. "Do you hate me that much?" Dahlia frowned. She felt an inexplicable stabbing pain in her chest. "Yeah. You played me like a dog. Am I supposed to put on a pitiful dog act to please you?" Dustin mocked. "I'm sorry …" Dahlia took in a deep breath, but, in the end, she could only lower her head.
After sending Natasha home, Dustin returned to Peaceful Medical Center. At the same time, a black vehicle came to a quiet stop at a corner not far away. As the doors opened, a few masked assassins clad in black outfits approached the building slowly, and they all had silenced guns in their hands. They were well-trained and worked well together as they surrounded the entire Peace Medical Center without saying a word, blocking all entrances."Forward—" The leader made a gesture, and the men to the left of him nodded. They were just about to break in when the doors opened with a creak. A warm, yellow light shone out from the inside."Since you're already here, there's no need to sneak around. Please, come in." They heard a cold, impassive voice from the inside.The masked assassins' expressions shifted slightly. Looking through the door slit, they saw Dustin leisurely sipping his liquor while seated on a chair. They even noticed a simple meal set out on the table. He appeared calm. The
"Don't kill me! I'll talk!" The leader of the assassins was scared out of his wits. He divulged every detail, not daring to leave any stone unturned. He revealed the person who hired him and even their whereabouts. He spilled everything.Dustin nodded after he was done listening and dealt with the assassins, before leaving the building once again. While others often took their time seeking revenge, Dustin sought his revenge the very same day. Otherwise, he would lose sleep over it. …In the meantime, in the bathtub of a luxurious hotel, the white-haired young man, Wilson White, was speaking to Luis on the phone. "Don't worry, Mr. Langford, my men are skilled. They won't leave a trace. From tomorrow onwards, you will never see that punk again.""That'll be best. I don't wish for any surprises tomorrow.""Of course, I assure you everything will go smoothly, and you'll be bringing that beauty home without a hitch." He grinned."Alright, that's all. That woman won't let me touc
Dustin kept dialing and making calls while he drove. However, no matter how many times he dialed, Dahlia never answered. For some reason, Dustin was anxious. It felt as if something important was slowly slipping out of his grasp. He stepped on the accelerator and headed straight for Nicholson Villa. Ever since they got divorced, he'd never set foot in that place again. But at that moment, he couldn't care less. After he arrived, he rushed to the entrance, ringing the doorbell and pounding on the door persistently."How rude! Can't you knock gently?" Following the annoyed voice, the door opened."Dustin? What are you doing here?" Florence frowned, looking upset.Dustin went straight to the point. "Where's Dahlia? I need to see her!" "Hmph! What makes you think you can just barge in here to see her? Get lost!" Florence responded harshly. She was about to close the door as she spoke when the door was blocked by a foot. With a solemn expression, Dustin said, "I know Dahlia is in