Duane was still smiling confidently at the start of the
battle. But it was not long before he noticed something was very wrong.
Dustin was much stronger than he had expected. He could feel terrifying
surges of energy rushing at him like waves in the ocean. They made the
bones in his hand tremble. They would break any minute! Duane's
expression darkened, and he couldn't take it anymore. He threw a hard
punch at Dustin, trying to make him fall back. However, Dustin did not
dodge and faced it head–on instead. Their fists collided, and Duane's
chair was smashed into pieces! The force of the punch shoved Duane
backward until he hit the wall to catch his balance. Even so, Dustin
remained seated calmly. They both knew who was more powerful! "Damn! I
never knew you had tricks up your sleeve. I underestimated you!" Duane's
eyes narrowed as a complex mix of expressions clouded his face. With how
young Dustin was, Duane had never expected him to be so powerful.
Considering how young he was, he never expected Dustin to be so powerful.
Just one punch had thrown him off his feet. Although strength couldn't
completely represent his fighting skills, it was enough to prove his
physical strength. "Thanks for the Panax root, Duane." Dustin didn't
waste any time. He picked up the box and got up to leave. Duane was
already on his blacklist for being untrustworthy. This was the last time
they would do business together. *Sir Anderson, do you want me to send
some men after him to get it back?" asked the Cobra hesitantly. He could
tell that Duane and Dustin weren't actually friends. If so, he had
nothing to fear anymore. "He is quite strong. I'm afraid your men won't
be able to take him on." Duane cautiously moved his numb arm. "Are… are
you going to let him go just like that?" The Cobra was a little
disgruntled. After losing face earlier, he was eager to redeem it. "Let
him go? Hmph. Not so easily!" Duane laughed coldly. "I'll get my hands on
the Gemiphen formula. Just wait and see. I have many ways to make him
surrender to me!" Meanwhile, outside the bar, Lyra arrived with the
company's bodyguards. When she saw that Dahlia and the others were safe
and sound, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Ms. Nicholson, is everything
resolved?" "I guess you could say that." Dahlia nodded. "I heard this is
the Cobra's turf and thought there might be trouble. I didn't think it
would be so easy. I'm sure Mr. Laney is to thank for this?" Lyra smiled.
The suggestion caused Matt's expression to
sour immediately. This woman just had to annoy him! "Hmm? Why is he
here?" Lyra wondered as she spotted Dustin leaving the bar. He
questioned, "What are you guys still doing here? Waiting for someone to
take revenge on you? I don't have the energy to save you again." He spoke
with a calm voice, grasping the wooden box in his hand. "Who needs
saving? You're so nosy!" Florence snapped rudely. "Hpmh! Stop showing
off. If it wasn't for Ms. Harmon, could you have walked out of there
alive?" James mocked brashly. "That's enough!" Dahlia waved her hands to
stop their bickering. She turned to Dustin and said, "Dustin. thanks for
saving us, but I don't condone your behavior." "Oh? Do you have any
advice, Ms. Nicholson?" Dustin cocked an eyebrow. "You're too impulsive!
You don't think before you act. Did you ever consider the consequences
your actions might bring?" Dahlia asked. "I don't know what consequences
my actions would have caused, but I'm certain that your brother's hands
would have been chopped off," Dustin retorted matter–of–factly.