After sending Natasha home, Dustin returned to Peaceful Medical Center. At the same time, a ck


    vehicle came to a quiet stop at a corner not far away. As the doors opened, a few masked assassins


    d in ck outfits approached the building slowly, and they all had silenced guns in their hands. They


    were well-trained and worked well together as they surrounded the entire Peace Medical Center


    without saying a word, blocking all entrances.


    “Forward-” The leader made a gesture, and the men to the left of him nodded. They were just about to


    break in when the doors opened with a creak. A warm, yellow light shone out from the


    inside.


    “Since you’re already here, there’s no need to sneak around. Please,e in.” They heard a cold,


    impassive voice from the inside.


    The masked assassins’ expressions shifted slightly Looking through the door slit, they saw Dustin


    leisurely sipping his liquor while seated on a chair. They even noticed a simple meal set out on the


    table. He appeared calm. There were no signs that he was rmed by the impending disaster that


    awaited him.


    “What? Do I need to invite you in personally?” Dustin spoke again.


    The group looked at each other. Leaving only one man behind, the rest of the assassins walked in with


    their guns raised, finally exposing their cover To prevent an ambush, a few of them even scouted the


    perimeter. It was only after they ensured it was safe that they let out a silent sigh of relief.


    “How did you discover us?” Their leader was perplexed. After so many years in their line of work, it was


    the first time they’d met someone who remained exceptionally calm, even with a gun in their face.


    “You’ve been following me for half an hour now. I might as well be blind if I didn’t notice.” Dustin smiled


    faintly and poured himself another drink.


    He asked, “So, who sent you? The Hummers or the Langfords?”


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    “Does it matter? You’ll be dead anyway,” The leader responded coldly. Dustin’s sharp gaze was making


    him ufortable.


    “If I’m dying, I should at least know who gave the orders, don’t you think?” Dustin looked up slowly.


    “You want to know the truth? Go ask the devil himself!” The leader was tired of the nonsense and


    aimed his gun at Dustin, pulling the trigger. Having a conversation was frowned upon in their line of


    work.


    Two muffled gunshots rang out. One bullet aimed straight for Dustin’s head, while the other went for his


    chest. Even God wouldn’t be able to save him from the two fatal shots.


    Just when he thought Dustin was as good as gone, a shocking scene yed out. Just an inch away


    from their final target, the two bullets came to a halt. They floated in mid-air, unable to


    move.


    “What?” The assassin was shocked. Two more muffled shots sounded, but the results were the


    Hearing him, Natasha nodded, not saying anything more.


    “Let’s go. I’ll send you home.” He forced another smile. He was in a good mood earlier, but meeting


    Dahlia had ruined his day. He even felt a knot in his heart.


    After Dustin drove off with Natasha, Luis and a white-haired young man walked out slowly from the


    dark.


    “Mr. Langford, it seems like there’s something going on between your fiancée and that Dustin guy. “The


    white-haired young manughed teasingly.


    “Hmph! He’s just an ant. He must have a death wish to have the guts to steal my woman.” Luis’


    expression was dark.


    “Mr. Langford, leave this matter to me. I’ll make sure he disappears from the face of the earth tonight!”


    The white-haired young man grinned.


    As Luis’ right-hand man, he’d long been skillful at murdering people.