Chapter: 351

“Even Mr. Lincoln and Ms. Doyle were defeated. Who else can stop them?”

“What should we do? I don’t want to diel”

Seeing Claudia defeated, the girls were on the verge of tears. Their last glimmer of hope was now gone.

“Wade, take Ms. Murray away. I want to have some fun with the beautiful ladies here first,” Brent said with a wicked grin.

“Listen up. all of you. If you don’t want to die, take off your clothes. Otherwise, you’ll have to bear the consequences of inciting my anger!” As soon as he spoke, all the girls turned pale with fear.

Were they going to be violated by this pervert?

“Ms. Murray, come with me.” Wade, the bald guy in black, stepped forward and approached Sheila.

“Stop right there!” Suddenly, Ruth grabbed a fruit knile and stood in front of Sheila.

“I’m warning you, don’t come any closer, or Ill stab you!”

“Get lost!” Without saying another word, Wade swung his hand toward Ruth.

The energy gathered around Wade’s hand was strong enough to whip up a wind around them.

At the crucial moment, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Wade’s wrist. Wade’s palm was frozen, inches from Ruth’s face.

“You can bully the others, but you can’t touch these two,” Dustin said calmly.

“How dare you meddle in other people’s business? You’re asking for it!” Wade’s expression turned ugly, and he raised his other fist to strike at Dustin’s head.

Dustin snorted lightly and made the first move. He punched Wade in the chest, his moves as quick as lightning.

With a dull thud, an invisible beam of energy pierced through Wade’s back, shattering a wine bottle several feet away.

Wade shuddered and slumped to the ground, unconscious.

“Wade!” Brent’s face contorted with anger.

“How dare you hurt my brother? I’ll send you to hell!” He charged forward like a wild bull and threw a punch directly at Dustin’s face.

Dustin caught his fist with one hand and squeezed it gently.

With a loud crack, the bones in Brent’s fist shattered. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

Before he could register the pain. Dustin grabbed his collar and slammed him hard against the wall like a sandbag, creating a gaping hole.

Brent hung helplessly on the wall, bleeding profusely and unable to move.

“I wanted to have a decent conversation with you guys, but you had to resort to violence.” Dustin patted the dirt off his clothes indifferently, as if defeating both of the bald guys was a trivial matter.

Everyone present was dumbfounded was stunned at Dustin’s nonchalance, including Sheila, Claudia, and Nigel.