“Hit them!”
Dustin said it crisply and without hesitation.
Natasha instantly understood, her eyes sharpening as she slammed her foot on the accelerator.
The red sports car shot forward like一arrow, ramming straight toward Shuo Spanner and his men.
Shuo Spanner jumped aside in shock, barely rolling out of the way. Two thugs who reacted slower were knocked flying.
Natasha shifted into reverse, floored the pedal again, and blasted through the crowd.
With another violent impact, the rear of the car smashed into the vehicle blocking the road.
The massive collision jolted the blocking van sideways, forcibly opening a narrow escape route.
One opening—one chance.
Natasha didn’t hesitate for half a second. She yanked the steering wheel, spun the car in a clean drifting arc, and burst out of the encirclement, speeding toward the distance.
“Damn it! After them! Don’t let them get away!!”
Shuo Spanner scrambled up from the ground, covered in dust, screaming hysterically.
His older brother, Hui Spanner, crushed his cigarette and climbed calmly into his Rolls-Royce.
In the next second—
Engines roared in unison.
Seven or eight black vans accelerated like a pack of sharks that had smelled blood, madly chasing after the fleeing red sports car.
A heart-pounding urban car chase began under the night sky.
Natasha’s driving skills were exceptional—zigzagging, drifting, accelerating through gaps, weaving through heavy traffic with deadly precision.
Dustin watched the rear mirror closely, giving warnings whenever needed.
But the pursuers were too many, and they were skilled.
No matter how Natasha maneuvered, the vans clung to them like shadows.
After a long high-speed pursuit, the car was finally forced onto a large overpass spanning the river.
The bridge was wide—
but the front and back were completely blocked by the Spanner brothers’ convoy.
There was no escape.
“Damn!” Natasha slapped the steering wheel in frustration.
Dustin looked outside at the thugs pouring out of the vans once again and closing in.
He took a slow breath.
Then he unbuckled his seatbelt.
He shrugged off the expensive suit jacket Natasha had bought him earlier and tossed it onto the seat, left only in his white dress shirt.
“You stay in the car. Lock the doors.”
His tone was steady, but his eyes were firm as steel.
“I’ll hold them off until help arrives.”
“Be careful!”
Natasha was worried, but she didn’t stop him.
She trusted him—trusted his ability far more than she trusted the locked car doors.
Dustin pushed the car door open and stepped out, closing it behind him with a soft click.
The night wind swept his shirt against his defined frame.
He stood—
one man against dozens of armed thugs, glowing with a cold, unshakable calm.
Seeing Dustin step out alone, Shuo Spanner froze for a moment.
Then he burst out laughing.
“Really think you’re something, huh? Go on—kill him!”
His brother Hui merely leaned against the car, arms folded, watching with a cold, detached expression.
“Kill!”
Dozens of thugs roared and swarmed toward Dustin like a tidal wave.
Dustin’s gaze tightened.
Instead of meeting them head-on on the open road, he stepped back, flipped upward, and landed on the slightly elevated pedestrian walkway by the railing.
It was narrower there—
which meant the enemy’s numbers would be restricted.
A perfect defensive position.
The fight erupted instantly.
Even though he had lost all his cultivation, the instincts etched into his bones remained.
Dustin’s strikes were fast, ruthless, and precise.
Fist. Elbow. Knee. Kick.
Every blow put someone on the ground.
“Bang!”
A fist shattered a thug’s nose, blood spraying.
“Crack!”
A side kick smashed into another man’s knee joint, sending him howling to the ground.
“Pa!”
A hand-chop to the neck dropped yet another instantly.
He was like a dancing butterfly—
and like a lethal panther.
Every time he moved, someone fell.
But no matter how skilled he was—
He was still only human now.
His body couldn’t match dozens of continuous attackers.
A steel pipe slammed into his back with a heavy thud.
He staggered, tasting copper rising in his throat.
A blade sliced across his arm, tearing his sleeve and leaving a bleeding line.
Pain shot through him, but instead of slowing down, his strikes grew even more vicious.
Within ten minutes, over a dozen thugs lay sprawled on the walkway, screaming in pain.
Dustin’s white shirt was stained with sweat, dust, and specks of blood.
His breathing grew heavier.
His movements slowed—only slightly, but noticeably.
Inside the car, Natasha watched with trembling hands, drenched in cold sweat.
Every blow he took felt like a knife stabbing straight into her heart.
Then—
She saw it.
A thug sneaking behind Dustin, raising a steel rod—
aiming straight at the back of his skull.
“NO!”
Natasha’s pupils contracted sharply.
Without a second thought—
She pulled out the small, exquisitely crafted pistol she kept hidden.
Hands steady.
Eyes sharp.
She aimed—
And pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang!
Two crisp gunshots shattered the night. - Marinien
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