Chapter 100

Dustin remained seated, pulled out his phone, and made a call.

"I'm at a food truck across the street from the filming studio. Come now," he said indifferently.

"On? Still calling for help?" the yellow-haired guy said mockingly. "You think anyone can help you on the Serpentine Gang's turf? It's pointless!"

"He's just putting on a show!" Rachel snorted. "The sisters left. Fine! I don't care. But you can't let him go!" She pointed angrily at Dustin.

"Babe, tell me what you want me to do." The yellow-haired guy pulled her close, kissed her cheek, and asked.

Rachel stared at Dustin and smiled sinisterly. "I want his hands!"

The yellow-haired guy laughed. "That's my girl! You're so bold! Don't worry. Even if you can't act anymore, I can still give you a good life. I'm Brantley, after all."

Brantley looked at his two knife-wielding lackeys. "Didn't you hear the lady? Do it!"

The two men lunged toward Dustin. Drake, the most terrifying of the group, had already left. Dustin remained unthreatening. A normal person would have panicked, but Dustin remained calm, sipping his cheap tea on the plastic stool.

"Keep acting tough! Let's see how long that lasts!" Rachel scowled.

The two men reached Dustin and raised their knives. A cold light flashed, screams echoed, and the knives dropped to the ground. Four severed arms hit the floor. Brantley's lackeys screamed in pain; blood beaded from their stumps.

"What?!" Brantley was shocked, and Rachel's face froze.

Several men in black appeared beside Dustin. No one saw who had severed the lackeys' arms. Brantley was frightened; Drake and these men seemed dangerous, far from ordinary. "You who are you?" Brantley asked, staring at Dustin.

Dustin didn't respond; small thugs weren't worthy of his attention.

Several cars screeched to a halt outside, drawing everyone's attention. Luxury cars stopped, and people rushed over. Brantley's men froze.

"Brantley, it's Mr. Quigley! Mr. Quigley is here!" someone exclaimed.

"What?! Mr. Quigley?" Brantley was surprised. He ignored Dustin and rushed to greet Mr. Quigley.

"Brantley, you rascal!" Mr. Quigley shouted, his rage evident.

"Mr. Quigley, what's wrong?" Brantley asked, confused.

"What have you done? I'll deal with you later!" Mr. Quigley's face turned red with rage. "Go away! Get out of here now!"

Brantley's lackeys moved aside, revealing Dustin. Seeing Dustin's cold face, Ronald broke into a cold sweat. Thud! His legs gave way, and he fell to his knees before Dustin, speechless and trembling.

Brantley and his lackeys were stunned. Rachel's mouth gaped in disbelief. Ronald, the leader of the Serpentine Gang and head of Rivenesco, was kneeling in fear. Brantley's eyes widened in shock; his face paled.