Pablo's breath caught in his throat, his face flushed, and his forehead veins bulged.

He tried to struggle but found his limbs weak. He felt a sudden surge of fear.

He had always thought of Dustin as weak as a kitten, but now he looked like a fierce tiger. His strength was so great that Pablo had not doubted that Dustin could snap his neck easily.

"This is insane!"

"He's out of control!"

"Let Mr. Hans go right now!"

After a short pause, the VIP room erupted into chaos. The group of gangs