Buying 50% of the shares for $50 million felt like robbery. The buyers didn't want to displease Boulderthorn; therefore, they sacrificed Dustin. This allowed them to avoid paying the full price and maintain a friendly relationship with Boulderthorn.

However, they underestimated Dustin's resolve. He not only refused to surrender the shares but also attacked Brody. Natasha, having rushed back, strongly supported Dustin's actions. The situation spiraled into chaos.

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

"Mr. Williams, 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 charge. Protecting him is our responsibility. If Boulderthorn persists, he'll have to defeat me first." Natasha was unwavering.

"Very well! Since you obstruct us, don't blame us for turning against the Harmon family!" Brody threw a note at Natasha, a formal challenge, and said fiercely, "My father decreed: if you refuse, we meet at the battle ring. We settle this with deathmatches! If you win, Boulderthorn will never mention this again. 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 said without flinching.

"The Williams Dojo, tonight, eight o'clock," he said coldly, then left.

"Natasha Harmon! Have you lost your mind? Provoking Boulderthorn over this… this boy toy?" Quentin was flustered and 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.

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

The battle's outcome was uncertain. Losing meant surrendering the shares and bringing disgrace upon the Harmon family.

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

"Win? How? We lack the manpower," Jessica grumbled.

Natasha wasn't worried. "Who said so? I've invited an expert from the Hundred Immortals."

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

Natasha clapped her hands. An old man with gray hair and a hooked nose strode in silently, a tall, muscular figure in a black shirt—a ghostlike presence.

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

The top ten Hundred Immortals possessed incredible skills. The King of Kicks, renowned for his devastating kicks, honed his leg techniques for years. Quentin had once seen him casually flip a car with a kick. His skill was undeniable.