Chapter 328

Zoey was ecstatic and chimed in, "Adriana, there's hope! As long as

Gordon convinces Mr. Langford, I'm sure you'll be safe then."

"That's great. Thanks, Gordon!" As Adriana thanked him profusely, her

cleavage came into full

view.

"It's nothing. I'm just helping out a friend." Gordon waved his hand

like it was a minor issue.

"Alright, since we've resolved the matter, let's go for a few more

rounds of drinks," Zeke said, calling up his driver and ushering them

into his car

Just as they were about to depart, more than ten black SUVS screeched

to a halt in front of the restaurant, surrounding it entirely. As the

doors opened, a group of fighters with batons in hand got off and barged

into the restaurant with a murderous look.

"Dang! Weren't those the Langfords' men?" Zeke's eye twitched, and he

was inexplicably nervous. He thought they were lucky to have left in

time. If they had been slower by even two minutes, they probably wouldn't

have been able to escape then.

"Natasha, will your boyfriend be alright?" Adriana was worried. After

all, Dustin had saved her earlier. She would feel bad if something

happened to him.

"Don't worry. He can handle it." Natasha smiled faintly. She was

aware of his abilities. Fighting a few ordinary fighters would be like a

breeze to him.

"I don't think so. He only has two fists. Even if he had skills, how

would he survive against so many of them?" Gordon shook his head but was

happy about Dustin's predicament.

"That's right! The Langfords have plenty of highly skilled martial

artists. How would he take all of them on?" Zeke pursed his lips.

In their eyes, Dustin only liked seeking attention As soon as he

encountered Langfords' skilled fighters, he'd end up dead.

Natasha didn't bother explaining further since they didn't believe

her.

In the meantime, in the private room of the restaurant, Dustin was

silently enjoying his food. He was eating with great enthusiasm when the

door was kicked down. A large number of fighters barged in, surrounding

him in no time.

The man who fainted earlier suddenly sprung up, his expression

menacing. "Hey, punk! My backup is here. You're dead meat this time!"

It was evident that he had been playing dead.

This is all of them? I thought you were bringing an army." Dustin

shook his head, seemingly regretful.

"You're still talking back in the face of death? Kill him!" the

middle-aged man bellowed.

Dozens of them brandished their weapons, prepared to attack, when

suddenly, someone yelled at the door. "Hold it!

Following the voice, a figure appeared. It was Dahlia who rushed in,

clad in branded clothing

Dustin's brows furrowed at the sight of the woman Why did he keep

running into her?

"I thought I was mistaken, but it really is you." She carried a

complicated expression as she looked.

at Dustin.

"So what if it's me? I've told you not to appear before me again,"

Dustin said coldly.

Dahlta frowned at his words, but she turned to the middle-aged man

instead. "Mr. Atwood, what's going on here?"

"Mrs. Langford, this punk dared butt into our business. I'm about to

give him a lesson. With your dignified status, I ask that you step aside

lest you ruin your clothes." Mr. Atwood smiled apologetically.

"Mr. Atwood, this is a friend of mine. Can you let him go?" Dahlia

responded.

"A friend?" he frowned slightly. Since he was slapped earlier, he was

quite unwilling.

"Hmm? Do my words not carry weight? Do I need to get Luis here to

talk to you?" Dahlia's expression turned cold.

"No, no. Please don't misunderstand, Mrs. Langford Since he's your

friend, naturally, we won't dare touch him." Mr. Atwood smiled awkwardly

and gave the signal, leaving with all the men present. "Mrs. Langford?

How impressive." Dustin sneered coldly, completely ungrateful.