Chapter 330

After sending Natasha home, Dustin returned to Peaceful Medical

Center. At the same time, a black vehicle came to a quiet stop at a

corner not far away. As the doors opened, a few masked assassins clad in

black 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,

come 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 alarmed 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?"

"Does it matter? You'll be dead anyway," The leader responded coldly.

Dustin's sharp gaze was making him uncomfortable.

"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

played 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 man laughed

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.