Chapter 239

The Harmons were shocked that the handsomely paid King of Kicks had tricked them instead of lending a helping hand. They were lost and helpless.

Meanwhile, the Boulderthorn guild was all smiles, a stark contrast to the Harmons' anger and indignation.

“Hahaha, Ms. Harmon, your family has lost three rounds. Anyone else wants to get into the ring? If not, we’ll declare victory!” Brody laughed insolently. Very few knew that the King of Kicks was a good friend of Mr. Williams; the betrayal was part of his plan, forcing the Harmons into a corner.

“Oh no! Are the Harmons leaving in defeat?”

“I was looking forward to a great battle tonight. Who knew we’d witness such a botched situation!”

“At the end of the day, the Harmons have fallen into a trap. The King of Kicks, whom they wasted effort recruiting, turns out to be a rat from the Boulderthorn guild!”

“Might is right! There’s no point arguing. The Harmons are destined to lose!”

Much gossip surrounded the sharp turn of events. People were shocked and sympathetic; some were even gleeful.

“Natasha, your King of Kicks is a sham! What do we do now? Do we accept defeat?” Quentin looked critical.

Natasha bit her lip but said nothing. The situation was beyond her control, and she wondered if anyone could save the day.

“Ms. Harmon, is anyone from your side going into the ring? Just admit defeat if you have no one else to send. Stop wasting time,” Brody challenged her.

“Yeah! Just admit defeat! Don’t waste our time!” The Boulderthorn guild chanted. The Harmons could only offer upset looks in return.

“I’ll go!” A voice boomed. Everyone looked at the handsome man emerging from the crowd—Dustin Rhys!

“Huh?” The audience was puzzled.

“Rhys! Are you kidding? The audacity to join the battle!” Quentin was taken aback, then snickered, giving Dustin a look of disbelief.

“Dustin, stop fooling around! Even Mr. Wangsley and the others were no match for the Boulderthorn guild. What can you do? Lose your life?” Jessica rebuked him, more concerned about the Harmons’ reputation than Dustin’s safety. A loss would damage the family's reputation.

“Dustin, you don’t have to take the risk. If they want our stocks, we’ll give them to them,” Natasha worried for her man. No amount of stocks or benefits was worth risking his life.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine,” he smiled. “I will not offer them our stocks, and I’ll save our reputation!” With that, he marched into the ring. He hadn’t planned on getting involved, but the King of Kicks’ last-minute betrayal forced his hand.

“Sis, don’t you want to stop him?” Ruth was concerned.

“He’s not reckless. If he’s fine with joining the battle, he must be confident,” Natasha put on a brave face, though her eyes betrayed her worry. She had no choice but to trust him unconditionally.

“Kiddo, you must be on a suicide mission! How dare you come into the ring?” Brody laughed maniacally, staring at Dustin like he was a dead man. He’d been planning revenge against Dustin, and Dustin had made it easy.

“Who is that?” Maximus asked.

“Max, that’s the inventor of Immortunol. He’s the one who slapped me this morning,” Brody explained.