Dustin got up from the chair. His gaze was icy.

Bianca’s face darkened. She was displeased.

“Don’t you know the trouble you’re in? You really want to die?” she asked icily. Then, she looked at one of her underlings.

“Go. Beat some sense into him.”

The fighter then walked toward Dustin and was ready to make his move.

Dustin impatiently waved his hand.

The fighter clutched his neck, which was suddenly bleeding, and he collapsed on the floor.

Bianca’s face turned as white as a sheet