Dustin remained seated. He took out his phone and made a call.

“I’m at a food truck across the street outside the filming studio. Come now,” he said indifferently.

“On? Still calling for help?” said the yellow-haired guy mockingly. “You think people can help you on the Serpentine Gang’s turf? It’s pointless!”

“He’s just putting on a show!” Rachel snorted. “The sisters left. Fine! I don’t care. But you can’t let him go!”

Rachel pointed at Dustin angrily.

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