An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Chapter 253

Suddenly, she clapped. Right on cue, a group of domineering martial artists clad in all–black gear strode in proudly.

Taking the lead was a woman with short hair. She had striking features that gave her a cool look. Because of her tight–fitting outfit, her figure appeared exceptionally curvaceous and left an impact.

Jennifer said impassively. “This is Isfrid. She leads team five of the Harmon family’s shadow guards and is highly skilled, Bring her team with you so you have each other’s backs.”

“Mrs. Harmon, forgive me for my bluntness, but our team is enough to ensure Ms. Harmon’s safety. Why do we need to involve outsiders?” Istrid gave Dustin a contemptuous once over. “Team five is well trained, and our teamwork is unparalleled. Having our members are more than enough to save Ms. Harmon. We can’t afford to bring along baggage since it will make the operation riskier. I hope you will reconsider, Mrs. Harmon.”

“Dustin is a good fighter, and the Hummer family asked for him personally. He has to be there,” she replied frankly.

“If that is the case, please have him listen to our orders and not get in our way, lest it affects our operation,” Istrid said unfeelingly.

An exceptional fighter, she was extremely confident in her abilities. Her team always worked in the shadows. but her skills were comparable to the highly skilled martial artists of The Hundred Immortals.

“Suit yourselves. I only have one demand–bring my daughter back to me alive,” she ordered solemnly.

“Yes, Mrs. Harmon.” Isfrid bowed before leaving arrogantly with her team behind her.

“Mr. Rhys, be careful. The Hummers have a highly skilled martial artist among them. He’s possibly achieved divinity,” Stephan warned Dustin.

“Achieved divinity? They’re mere ants to me.” With that, he left.

Night gradually fell.

Meanwhile, in the square outside Hummer Villa, a group of armored fighters sat around a bonfire, roasting a

whole lamb. Beside them was a dog cage, and inside the cage was a ragged woman. Her hair was disheveled, and her body was covered in injuries. It was clear that she had been tortured.

There was even a collar around her neck, which was attached to a dog leash held by an elderly man. That man

was Fletcher Lawson.

about time. It seems like he’s too scared to come since he

man smirked.

us keeping guard here, who would send themselves to death? That punk has long fled!” Everyone chimed in, laughing heartily. Who would barge in foolishly when they knew

the woman in the cage is exceptional. Why don’t you allow us to enjoy

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an evil

too long. How can we give up the chance

wasn’t the first time they’d engaged

you must, but keep

The bald man chuckled, then approached the cage eagerly. He ripped the woman’s skirt apart, exposing her white

beauty! Just

as he was about to carry out his intentions, a fleeting flicker of light sliced through the air with a faint whistle. Emerging from the darkness and piercing through the bonfire’s glow, a golden needle found its mark between the

a groan, his eyes widened as he convulsed. Soon, he turned stiff. He was rooted in place with no signs

breath.

What are you dawdling for? If you can’t do

of us

strange. They

to

walked up and nudged his shoulder. Immediately, like a statue that had lost its

out

his sentence when another faint whistle was heard. A second gold needle sliced through the air

at each other in dismay. They only reacted when they

between the victims‘ eyebrows.

being ambushed! Stay alert!” Following the shouts, the

all directions.

the fuck

you dare!

The crowd roared incessantly.

whipped