"Dustin, don't be hasty. You can't take him in a fight!" Eleanor urged, recognizing the danger of the situation.

Ezra, with his martial arts background, exuded an intimidating presence. He could take on ten opponents without breaking a sweat.

On the other hand, Dustin was just a doctor. Someone like Ezra would obviously defeat him.

"Don't worry, I don't see him as much of a threat," Dustin said calmly.

Ezra, though skilled, was a lower-level martial artist. He could win against average opponents but would struggle against a true martial arts expert.

"You've got some nerve, bastard," Ezra sneered.

He casually unbuttoned his suit jacket, unveiling a chiseled, powerful physique concealed beneath his white shirt. His muscles were a testament to his martial arts background.

"Ezra, don't do anything foolish!" Eleanor stood between the two men, attempting to defuse the situation.

"Eleanor, this is a battle between men. Don't interfere. I'll prove my love for you," Ezra declared seri