The middle-aged man's expression was unfriendly, "I'm warning you. Don't try to be a hero. Otherwise, I'll break both your legs!"

"You can hit anyone but her." Dustin stood in front of Natasha, his gaze calm.

"And if I do?" he sneered.

"Then I'll cripple you," Dustin smiled.

"You must be tired of living, bastard!" The middle-aged man finally erupted in anger. "Get him! I want him beaten mercilessly! I'll take full responsibility if he dies!"

"Yes, sir!" On his command, the bodyguards stopped holding back, immediately brandishing their knives at Dustin.

Dustin slammed one hand on the table, and the knives on the table bounced up. With a wave of his sleeves, sharp whistles were heard. Appearing like hidden weapons, the knives shot straight into the bodyguards' knees.

In a blink of an eye, the previously arrogant and intimidating group of bodyguards were taken down.

"What?" The middle-aged man's expression shifted upon the scene laid out before him. He'd been around long e