The bullet didn’t hit the thug directly, but struck the ground by his feet, sending sparks flying. Frightened out of his wits, he stumbled backward, rolling and crawling in panic. The other thugs were also stunned by the sudden gunshot. They all halted, looking warily at Natasha , who was holding the gun, unsure whether to advance. “Hubby, are you okay?!” Natasha rushed forward, her gun still aimed nervously at the thugs. Dustin was panting, leaning against the bridge railing. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and waved his hand. “I’m fine. Just a minor injury.” Seeing his disheveled state, and how far his abilities were now from the sharp, overwhelming skill he once had, Natasha’s suspicion grew. She couldn’t help asking, “Hubby… didn’t you used to fight extremely well? Why are you so weak now?” Dustin gave a helpless smile. At this point, there was no point hiding it anymore. He lowered his voice. “I lost all my cultivation. Right now, I’m no different from a...