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"Ms. Camron!" Dustin's expression changed as he witnessed Lana falling to the ground after getting shot. Acting
swiftly, he assisted her to her feet.
Lana was bleeding profusely, her complexion turning paler, and her pupils dilating. Without second thoughts, Dustin
took a silver needle and closed Lana's pressure points to stop the bleeding.
Just as he was about to channel his true energy for treatment, gunshots came from behind.
Even more intense gunfire erupted from outside, enveloping Dustin and Lana in a barrage of bullets. Stones were
sent flying, and dust billowed in the air.
After the onslaught, a fully armed team of assassins emerged from behind the trees.
"Thought they were tough, but it turns out they're quite disappointing," their muscular leader quipped as he lit a
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A large number of assassins were standing by at all entrances and exits of the estate.
"Boss, with our firepower, who can stand up to us?" One of the assassins chuckled.
"That's true." The muscular man grinned.
"Okay, gather the bodies, and let's get the reward from Mr. Mosey. Tonight, we're drinking till we drop!"
This announcement immediately boosted the morale of the assassins. The promised payment was generous
enough to fund them for years.
"Boss! We've got a situation!" One of the assassin henchmen's expressions suddenly turned grim.
Following his gaze, everyone saw a man covered in blood emerging from the smoke.
It was Dustin!
"How is this possible? The bastard didn't die!" The muscular man furrowed his brow, astonished.
The other assassins exchanged glances, some finding it hard to believe. They had emptied dozens of rounds to turn
even the toughest person into a hornet's nest.
Yet, apart from some tattered clothes, Dustin was basically unscathed. The blood on him was from the woman
earlier.
"What the hell! The bastard actually survived?" The muscular man tossed his cigarette to the ground and crushed
it.
"All of you, today you must die," Dustin uttered coldly. There was no anger, no shouting—just a steely detachment
that sent shivers down their spines.
"Quick! Shoot!" The muscular man hastily changed his magazine. The other assassins raised their guns and fired.
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But in the next second, Dustin disappeared from his spot. When he reappeared, he was already amidst the
assassins. With a swift swing of his hand, he cut one assassin, along with his gun, in half.
A punch followed, piercing through another assassin's chest before they could react. In the blink of an eye, two fully
armed assassins were dead.
Dustin didn't stop, continuing to reap the lives of the assassins. At this moment, he had transformed into a
merciless force, using brutal and bloody methods. None of his victims were intact.
"He's over there! Shoot!" The muscular man panicked. But he was too slow, unable to follow Dustin's movements.
He could only desperately raise his gun and wildly shoot. The result was not only a failure to harm Dustin but also
injuring his own people.
All the assassins were wiped out in just ten seconds, leaving only the trembling, muscular man. His gun had run out
of bullets.
"How did this happen?" Staring at the scattered bodies, the muscular man was dumbfounded.
As an assassin, he had never encountered someone as terrifying as Dustin!
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