"Huh?" Dexter, who had been firing shots, saw something flash before his eyes.

Dustin suddenly reappeared in front of him. He was unbelievably fast, given the fact that he was already quite far away when he pulled the trigger.

"You … are courting death!"

Dexter's expression changed when he heard a cold and stern voice beside his ear. He lifted his gun and wanted to fire another shot.

However, before he could pull the trigger, Dustin held his wrist and gave it a tight squeeze. With a loud crack, Dexter's wrist limped downward immediately, and his fingers let go of the gun lifelessly.

"Ah!" After he recovered from his shock, Dexter let out a loud cry.

Dustin gave him another punch in the stomach as he wailed.

He spit out another mouthful of blood. Dexter was like a ballistic missile when he was sent flying several yards away.

He then slammed into the wall heavily, and it cracked in several places upon impact. His body was stuck to the wall momentarily before sliding down slo