"Alright."

Lucas nodded, acknowledging the reality of his ailing leg. Joining the action in his current condition would be more of a hindrance than help. He'd end up a liability.

"By the way, Mr. Ashen, do you have a photo of your sister? Let us take a look to avoid any confusion," Dustin said.

"Sure, here it is!"

Lucas swiftly retrieved his phone and presented a photo of him and his sister.

Dustin nodded. Unquestionably, Lucas's sister possessed beauty—fair skin, a charming visage, and a radiant smile that exuded vibrancy and cheerfulness. Perhaps it was her striking beauty that drew the unwanted attention of bullies like Russo and his gang.

"Mr. Rhys! Be cautious of Russo's subordinates. They are formidable!" Lucas earnestly warned.

As the son of a general, Lucas had received martial training from a young age, boasting significant strength. Handling ordinary individuals, even 100 at once, was a manageable feat.

However, when faced with Russo's subordinates, he couldn't e