Chapter: 1225

When it landed, the flaming Jeep landed on the two cars behind it.

With that, Dustin took out three cars.

After a short bout of panic, the Kirin Gang members also took out their guns and began to retaliate.

Both sides fired at each other, leading to a shootout.

However, the killers were even unyielding and were more highly trained. Thus, they crushed the Kirin Gang.

Thankfully, the Kirin Gang’s losses were not severe without the snipers’ precise shots.

"What?" Dustin frowned. He realized these killers were dressed casually, but their movements showed they went through military training.

The way they backed up and protected each other, and the way they advanced, were seamless.

If this continued, they could eliminate almost hundreds of elite members of the Kirin Gang within an hour.

"They really have a death wish!" Dustin narrowed his eyes. His gaze was murderous.

Right now, he wasn’t going to show mercy anymore. Like a phantom, he dashed into the enemy group and attacked them.

Blood splattered the floor, and screams filled the air as Dustin attacked.

"Stop him!"

Right then, a few figures ran out from the darkness and encircled Dustin.

Unlike regular killers, these individuals gave off a powerful aura. From their sharp gazes, they were all top-notch martial artists.

"Who are you? Why did you try to ambush us?" Dustin asked in a deep voice.

"You’ll be dead soon, so there’s no point in asking so much. Kill him!"

Without another word, they closed in on him. They were all using specially made extremely sharp daggers; they were made to kill.

"Hmph!" Dustin snorted. He began to move his feet, turning into a ghost-like figure that flashed past the killers around him.

In the next second, their bodies froze before falling to the ground. They were no longer breathing.

At that moment, several cars with bullet holes and emitting smoke stopped at the entrance of Zephyr Lodge.

The door opened, and Natasha and Nelson quickly stepped out.

"Ms. Harmon, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Nelson looked fearful.

When they escaped the ambush earlier, bullets were flying everywhere. Nelson didn’t know. how many bullets hit their car.

"I’m fine. Go get help for Dustin." Natasha urged.