Chapter: 812

"No, thank you. Go ahead and play with them." Dustin continued enjoying his drink, completely unfazed.

"Did you hear that? He doesn’t have the guts!" With an evil grin, Steven reached out to grab her buttocks, but she easily dodged his touch.

"You’d better keep your hands to yourselves, or else I’ll get angry," she warned.

Hearing that, Steven got even more excited.

"Angry? Haha! Come on, show me how angry you can get!"

"Sure." The woman crinkled her mouth into a slight smile and gently blew into her palm.

Right then, a puff of red smoke came through and permeated the air, enveloping everyone in it.

"What’s this? It smells so good." The men sniffed the scent subconsciously. However, in less than three seconds, they felt dizzy and were struggling for breath.

"This is bad! The smoke is poisoned!" Steven’s expression changed, and he immediately covered his mouth and nose.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Those who had inhaled the smoke fell to the floor, their faces contorting in pain as blood oozed out from their mouths and noses.

"Bitch! How dare you poison us! I’m going to kill you!" At the sight of his subordinates flumping down one after another, Steven flew off the handle and drew his machete to attack her. However, as soon as he moved, he lost his balance and tumbled to the floor.

"I wasn’t lying when I said that you wouldn’t be able to put up with me." The veiled woman smirked.

"You-" Steven was seething. He spat out a mouthful of black blood and died on the spot.

In three minutes, all the black–clad men collapsed to the floor and kicked the bucket.

"Miracle doctor, I’ve helped you get rid of all the nuisances. It’s only two of us now." The veiled woman came over with a charming smile and sat beside Dustin.

"Don’t you think you should thank me for solving your problem?"

"Well, they were not really a problem to me. Let’s get down to business. What’s your motive for calling me here?" Dustin asked.

"I’m just a weak lady; what kind of motives can I have? Don’t think of me so badly." Azalea teased.

"If that’s the case, tell me. Who framed Hector? And where is the killer?" Dustin cut right to the chase.

"Nothing comes for free in this world. You’ve got to pay a price if you want to know the answer to that." Azalea stretched out her finger and stroked his chin intimately.

"What do you want?" Dustin pushed her hand away.

"Can I have you?" Azalea shot him an alluring smile.