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.

“Babe, tell me what you want me to do.” The yellow-haired guy pulled her close by the waist and planted a kiss on her cheek.

Rachel stared at Dustin and smiled sinisterly. “I want his hands!”

The yellow-haired guy laughed.

“That’s my girl! You’re so bold! Don’t worry. Even if you can’t act anymore, I can still give you a good life. I’m Brantley, after all.”

“You want his hands? No problem!” he said.

Brantley looked at his two lackeys behind him, who had knives.

“Didn’t you hear what the lady said? Do it!”

The two m