Chapter: 1200

Unable to dodge in time, most of the poisoned darts hit Torres. He fell to the ground on the spot.

As he tried to get up, Dustin placed his foot on Torres’ chest, pinning him. Torres could not move.

"Spill! Who on earth are you?" Dustin looked down at him, an impassive look in his eyes.

"I’m someone you cannot afford to cross. So get the hell off me and let me go, or you’ll regret the day you were born!" Torres threatened fiercely, despite the disadvantageous position he was in.

"Oh? Is that so?"