A crash echoed through the air. In a swift motion, Dustin's hand propelled the noble scion several feet away. He crashed heavily into the wall with an uncertain fate. The remaining nobles wore expressions of shock but refrained from expressing their anger.

Dustin's martial prowess was apparent. They had no choice but to bide their time and suppress their indignation when faced with such a formidable opponent. Some astute individuals had already discreetly summoned reinforcements, anticipating Dustin's imminent demise.

"You wretch! How dare you break my hand? You're dead! Your whole family is dead!" Russo's face contorted as he roared furiously.

"I won't just break your hand. I'm going to break your leg too."

Dustin showed no mercy. He raised his foot and stomped forcefully on Russo's knee.

A resounding snap followed. Russo's knee bent in an unnatural direction. He let out a louder scream and writhed on the ground in pain.

"Where's Lisa? Hand her over," Dustin demanded, gripping