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Chapter 181
Author: Aster_Pheonix
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Bruce frowned. But when he saw the person’s face clearly, he immediately felt a chill and roared hysterically in rage, “Logan!”

“What? Dustin? Is it Dustin Ambrose?”

“Oh my god! The person on the ground is actually Dustin Ambroses?”

Only then did the crowd in the room understood that this matter was more serious that it seemed. Dustin was actually a direct descendant of the Ambrose family and despite his shortcomings, he was still Dean favorite grandchild.

But Dustin has been seriously beaten up by Chris and was now covered in blood with his eyes closed and his face pale. His legs were twisted at an awkward angle. He had clearly had his legs broken. Furthermore, the rest of his body was covered in injuries!

Dean was infuriated. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his eyes were bloodshot! It was just like Chris was slapping the Anbrose family directly in the face!

“I want you dead! Someone, come here!” Dean could no longer maintain his expression as he hollered furiously.
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