Chapter: 36
No one understood what had happened as, in the blink of an eye, both of the bodyguards were on the floor.
Meanwhile, Dustin was standing there unscathed.
“Fuck! What did that punk just do?” Edward’s expression sank.
The two men who had just fallen were his most capable bodyguards; they could take on a group of people on their own without any problem.
Hence, it was strange that they were both laying unmoving on the floor after just one face–off.
“This is your last chance. Let her go,” Dustin threaten coldly.
“In your dreams! Get him!” Edward retorted angrily and waved his hand to signal his men.
The remaining bodyguards behind him immediately surrounded Dustin, but he merely scoffed and attacked first, not wasting any more time on words.
His movements were as fast as lightning, and his attacks were extremely fierce. Each of his punches connected loudly with its target.
The burly bodyguards were utterly defenseless, like sheep waiting to be slaughtered, in the face of Dustin, who was like a ferocious tiger.
Muffled grunts could be heard, and in the short span of a few breaths, they were all lying on the floor.
The hall was completely silent as the last bodyguard dropped to the floor with an audible thud.
All the guests had their jaws slack and were staring at Dustin with wide eyes as though he were an anomaly. None of them would’ve ever guessed that he was so fearsome.
He had effortlessly taken down so many men with his own strength, just like in a movie scene.
“How is this guy so strong?” Chris‘ eyes were wide open in disbelief.
“How can it be? Is this really that piece of trash, Dustin Rhys?” a dumbfounded Lyra wondered out loud, feeling unsettled.
“He… knows how to fight?” Dahlia had an indecipherable expression on her face once she came back to her senses.
They had been married for three years but she never knew that Dustin was such a formidable fighter.
“Was he just really good at hiding it? Or was it because I never cared enough to notice?” she wondered.
“Y–you! Who are you!” Edward started panicking at this point and he involuntarily took two steps back.
“I… am your reckoning,” Dustin stated as he slowly advanced toward Edward.
“Stay back!” Edward shouted as he suddenly pulled out a switchblade and held it against Dahlia’s throat.
“Come any closer, and I’ll slit her throat!”
“The thing I hate most is being threatened.” Dustin’s expression turned cold and in a flash, he charged forward and grabbed hold of Edward’s hand that was holding the knife.
Then, with a forceful twist, the switchblade fell to the floor with a loud clattering sound.