"Whatever it is, you have to follow the rules!" the bodyguard sternly refused.

"Well, I'll just speak directly with Mr. Dawson," Dustin said.

"Sorry, guys," he added apologetically. Then, with a swift motion of his hand, a row of silver needles shot out, precisely hitting the necks of several guards.

The bodyguards instantly froze, unable to move or even make a sound. Only their eyes were darting around in surprise.

"This is an unavoidable action. Please forgive me," Dustin said with a nod.