Waylon and Kenneth were nearly knocked unconscious under the crushing weight of Dustin’s foot.

Blood spurted from their lips and their faces were pale as sheets.

Shawna gasped at Dustin’s audacity.

She had not expected him to go so far as to pin both of them beneath his foot.

Waylon was the pampered heir of the Riley family, while Kenneth was the eldest son of the influential Dixon family. Offending either of them could only spell trouble for her.

“Son of a b*tch! Do you want to die? You’re asking for it!” Kenneth roared in pain.

“Mr. Dixon! Call your uncle! Get him to send someone here. Didn’t you say he knows the branch leader of the Martial League? Have the leader come here now!” Waylon shouted.

“This guy doesn’t know his place! We have to teach him a lesson!”

Dustin pressed down harder, and both men howled in pain.

“Brat… I dare you to let me make a call!” Kenneth gritted his teeth.

Dustin’s face remained cold, and his foot stayed firmly in place.

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