Chapter: 352
Dustin managed to defeat both of them with just two moves.
It was unthinkable that two of the invincible Four Scoundrels would be trounced and beaten up by a thin, frail guy like Dustin.
Were they dreaming?
Was he the cowardly and useless guy they were making fun of before?
“H–how was this possible?!” Nigel gasped, his mouth wide and his face full of disbelief.
He finally witnessed how formidable the Four Scoundrels were in person. Either one of them could quickly snuff him out.
It was perhaps fate that an expert like himself had been crippled by a doctor they looked down upon.
Such a thing was practically unheard of!
“How is this guy so powerful?” Claudia’s eyes widened in shock and bewilderment.
Initially, she had assumed that Dustin was an unsavory character who only knew how to resort to using dirty tricks up his sleeve, so she hadn’t expected him to be so skilled in martial arts.
He was miles better than her!
He wielded such strength at such a young age, too. She was frozen on the spot once the revelation hit her that she was no longer a goddess among men.
“Dustin’s way too cool!” Sheila cheered as her eyes sparkled.
After exchanging glances with one another, the rest of the girls also started looking at him in a different light.
Not used to everyone’s starstruck gazes on him, Dustin walked up to Brent before asking.
“Tell me, who sent you here?”
“Today’s my day of reckoning anyway, so kill me all you want!” Brent screamed through gritted teeth.
“It’s not like killing you guys will do me any good anyways. As long as you’re willing to talk, I’ll let you all live to see another day.” Dustin said.
“I’ll die either way if I reveal anything!” Brent replied solemnly.
“You’re referring to the spider venom in your stomach, right?” Dustin asked with raised eyebrows. He then pulled out a golden needle and stabbed it directly into Brent’s abdomen,
Immediately, a bulge was seen on Brent’s abdomen. The bulge began moving violently as if something inside him was fighting for their lives.
A few exhales later, the writhing stopped, and the bulge could no longer be seen moving.
When Dustin pulled out the golden needle, it was now stained with a sliver of blackish liquid.
“The venom is gone. You should be able to speak now,” Dustin said flatly.
“H–how did you do that?” Brent gasped, and his expression Immed lately turned into one that was fearful and horrified.