When Zhao Shuo heard Dustin say “I’m her man,” and saw that Natasha not only didn’t deny it but was looking at Dustin with a tenderness he had never seen before, his blood rushed straight to his head. His whole body trembled with rage. “You’re fucking looking for death!” Zhao Shuo roared, completely abandoning any pretense of gentlemanly behavior, and swung his fist toward Dustin. “Zhao Shuo! Don’t you dare!” Natasha snapped, her beautiful face frosty. “Natasha! What’s so good about this pretty boy? Where am I worse than him? My heart has always been sincere toward you!” Zhao Shuo’s expression twisted. “Enough nonsense! Get out!” Natasha said impatiently. “You—!” Humiliated, Zhao Shuo redirected all his fury toward Dustin. “Brat! If you’ve got guts, come out and fight me one-on-one! Hiding behind a woman—what kind of man are you?!” “One-on-one?” Hearing this, Dustin’s lips curled slightly. He found it amusing. “What? Afraid?” Zhao Shuo sneered. “If you don’...