Pin-drop silence filled the private room. Aghast, everyone was speechless; the turn of events utterly unexpected. A moment before, Nigel had been their hero, showcasing his strength and skill. Now, he lay helpless on the ground, like a dead dog. How could this bald man be so powerful?
“H-how dare you hurt me? Do you know who I am? I’m Nigel Lin—”
“Shut the hell up!” With a sickening crack, the bald man stepped on Nigel’s leg, breaking it. Nigel cried out in pain, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
“If you’ve got the nerve, tell me your names!” Nigel gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with rage.
“Listen up! My name is Brent Garcia, and this is my brother, Wade Garcia!” the bald man in green announced loudly.
“Brent Garcia, Wade Garcia? Could it be… are you the Four Scoundrels?” Nigel’s pupils shrank in fear.
“The Four Scoundrels!” The revelation shocked everyone. The Four Scoundrels were a notorious group of merciless outlaws who terrorized the Southern province. Infamous for their ruthlessness, they stopped at nothing to achieve their goals. Destruction and calamity followed in their wake. Countless elites in the Southern province lived in constant fear of them.
Learning the men's identities, the girls panicked.
“This is bad!” Claudia furrowed her brows. The Four Scoundrels were all martial artists with incredible internal energy. Brent and Wade were reputed to be even stronger than Thor. Dealing with one was difficult enough; two was undoubtedly worse. Claudia might have a chance to escape alone, but she had to protect Sheila. With her previous injuries, she had no chance against two villains simultaneously.
“Brent! I’m warning you, everyone here is of elite status. You’d better not mess around!” Nigel shouted bravely.
“Who cares if we cause trouble? You’re nothing but a piece of shit!” Brent kicked Nigel forcefully, sending him flying into the crowd.
Amidst the screams and chaos, Claudia sprang into action. She drew her dagger and lunged like a cheetah toward Brent’s throat, hoping to eliminate one opponent. In a fair fight, she knew she was no match for either of them; taking out one would significantly improve her chances. But Brent was no fool. As the dagger came, he dodged and slammed his shoulder into Claudia’s chest. She grunted and staggered back, but before she could recover, Brent punched her with tremendous force. Desperately, Claudia lifted her arm to block; a loud thud followed as she was thrown back. Her arm hung limply as she spat out blood; her internal injuries had reopened.
“Ms. Doyle, at full strength you might last a few rounds. In this state, however, I suggest you surrender,” Brent sneered.
Claudia’s face darkened, and she attacked again with her dagger. After a brief exchange, a heavy punch to the stomach sent her falling to the ground, unable to stand.
“It’s over, it’s all over!” “Even Mr. Lincoln and Ms. Doyle were defeated. Who else can stop them?” “What should we do? I don’t want to die!”
Seeing Claudia defeated, the girls were on the verge of tears. Their last glimmer of hope was gone.
“Wade, take Ms. Murray away. I want to have some fun with the beautiful ladies here first,” Brent said with a wicked grin.
“Listen up, all of you. If you don’t want to die, take off your clothes. Otherwise, you’ll bear the consequences!” The girls turned pale with fear. Were they going to be violated?
“Ms. Murray, come with me.” Wade, the bald man in black, approached Sheila.
“Stop right there!” Ruth grabbed a fruit knife and stood in front of Sheila. “I’m warning you, don’t come any closer, or I’ll stab you!”
“Get lost!” Wade swung his hand toward Ruth. The energy around his hand whipped up a small wind.
At that moment, a hand grabbed Wade’s wrist, freezing his palm inches from Ruth’s face.
“You can bully the others, but you can’t touch these two,” Dustin said calmly.
“How dare you meddle? You’re asking for it!” Wade’s expression turned ugly, and he raised his other fist.
Dustin snorted and moved first. He punched Wade in the chest with lightning speed. A dull thud echoed as an invisible beam of energy pierced Wade’s back, shattering a wine bottle several feet away. Wade shuddered and slumped to the ground, unconscious.
“Wade!” Brent’s face contorted with rage. “How dare you hurt my brother? I’ll send you to hell!” He charged, throwing a punch at Dustin’s face. Dustin caught his fist, squeezed gently, and with a loud crack, Brent’s bones shattered. Blood and flesh splattered. Before Brent could register the pain, Dustin grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall, creating a gaping hole. Brent hung there, bleeding profusely and unable to move.
“I wanted a decent conversation, but you resorted to violence.” Dustin patted the dirt off his clothes indifferently, as if defeating the two bald men was trivial.
Everyone was dumbfounded by Dustin’s nonchalance, including Sheila, Claudia, and Nigel. He had defeated both men with two moves. It was unthinkable that two of the invincible Four Scoundrels could be trounced by a thin, frail guy like Dustin. Were they dreaming? Was this the cowardly, useless guy they had mocked earlier?