Chapter 230

Buying 50% of the shares with $50 million felt like robbery. The reluctance stemmed from a desire not to displease Boulderthorn. Therefore, they could only sacrifice Dustin. This allowed them to avoid paying the price while simultaneously cultivating amicable relations with Boulderthorn.

However, they hadn't anticipated Dustin's defiance. He not only refused to hand over the shares but also attacked Brody. Furthermore, Natasha arrived and strongly supported Dustin's actions. The situation spiraled into chaos.

"Natasha Harmon! Break his arms and legs! This is an order! Otherwise, the Harmon family will face our wrath!" Brody staggered to his feet, his face sullen.

"Mr. Williams, I'm sorry, but I can't," Natasha replied calmly. "Boulderthorn is powerful, but the Harmon family is not weak. No one can easily harm us."

"So, you're defying Boulderthorn for him?" Brody gritted his teeth.

"Dustin is the Harmon family's responsibility. We must protect him. If Boulderthorn insists, you'll have to defeat me first," Natasha stated firmly.

"Very well! Since you obstruct us, don't blame us for attacking the Harmon family!" Brody threw a note at Natasha, a clear declaration of war, and said fiercely, "My father decreed that if you refuse, we'll meet at the battle ring. We'll settle this with deathmatches! If you win, Boulderthorn will drop the matter. If you lose, you hand over Immortunal's shares! This is your only chance. I challenge you!" Brody exuded an intimidating aura, confident of victory.

"I accept. You choose the time and place," Natasha replied without hesitation.

"The battle will be at the Williams Dojo tonight at eight," he said coldly, then left immediately.

"Natasha Harmon! Have you lost your mind? How dare you provoke Boulderthorn for this insignificant boy?" Quentin exclaimed, exasperated.

He thought, Boulderthorn's connections are far more important than that country bumpkin!

"It's none of your business," Natasha sneered. "Do you think I don't know who involved Boulderthorn?"

Quentin, shifty-eyed, looked guilty under her accusation.

"Natasha, Boulderthorn is one of the most powerful guilds in Balerno. You're putting yourself in danger," Jessica frowned.

The outcome of the battle was uncertain. A loss meant surrendering the shares and bringing dishonor to the Harmon family.

"Mr. Williams is powerful, but that doesn't mean we can't win," Natasha replied.

"Win? How? We don't even have enough people to fight," Jessica grumbled.

Natasha was unconcerned. "Who said so? I've already invited an expert from The Hundred Immortals."

"The Hundred Immortals? Who?" Jessica asked urgently.

Natasha didn't answer directly. She clapped her hands, and an old man with gray hair and a hooked nose strode in silently. Tall and muscular, clad in black, he moved like a ghost.

"Is that the King of Kicks, ranked ninth among The Hundred Immortals?" Quentin gasped.

The Hundred Immortals, especially the top ten, possessed formidable skills. The King of Kicks was renowned for his devastating kicks, honed over years of dedicated training. Quentin had once witnessed him flip a car with a casual kick—a testament to his extraordinary skill.