Chapter 76.

The crowd gaped as Fletcher hung limply on the wall. They

never imagined that the mighty Fletcher Lawson, who had just trounced

Stephan Chapman, had been defeated with an effortless slap. What the fuck

was going on? "H–How could this be?" Stephan's eyes were wide with

disbelief that someone as powerful as Fletcher, the strongest fighter in

Klesbrige, had been defeated with a single blow. Was this kid a monster?

"No way! Dustin actually won?" Ruth couldn't believe it either. At first,

she'd been so certain that Dustin would lose. Instead, he had won the

match in a breeze. With just one slap, he sent Fletcher flying. His

strength was unheard of! "Fletcher… lost?" Edwin was shaken and

astonished. He was very familiar with Fletcher's strength. Even in

Swinton, there was hardly anyone who could be his opponent. Yet somehow,

someone as impregnable as him hadn't been able to withstand a single blow

from Dustin. Unbelievable! Had Fletcher underestimated his opponent, or

was it a fluke? Or maybe… it had been Dustin's true strength. "It seems

that I underestimated you," said Natasha, smirking. Her face wore

surprise, delight, and also a hint of pride. She knew Dustin was powerful

but never expected it to be to this extent. She hit the jackpot this

time! "I think I've won." Dustin dusted off his hands and nonchalantly

walked off the arena. At this moment, everyone looked at Dustin as though

he was a monster. Especially so for Stephan, who gazed mockingly but now

looked at Dustin in awe. It was obvious how strong Dustin was if he could

subdue Fletcher so effortlessly. "Dustin, didn't you say that you barely

know martial arts? How are you so powerful?" Ruth asked tentatively. "It

might just be that he's too weak," Dustin answered. "Really? But he was

the one who defeated Mr. Chapman!" Ruth exclaimed. "Um…" Stephan's face

twitched as they touched a sore spot. "Sir Hummer, we've already won

three matches out of five. What else do you have to say?" demanded

Natasha, her focus on other matters. 1 "I admit defeat. I have nothing to

say." Though Edwin seemed upset, he appeared resigned. "Well then, until

we meet again!" Natasha smiled. With that, she left with a group of

people trailing after her. "Sir Hummer, are we supposed to let them go

like this?" his subordinate asked unhappily. "As if. Do you think they

can leave so easily after entering my territory?" Edwin sneered. "I still

have a present waiting for them." Sometime

later, the sun began setting behind the mountains. Natasha and her convoy

were traveling through a fork in the road when a large bus came barreling

toward them. The bus driver hit the brake and drifted to a horizontal

stop, blocking the entire road. A bunch of assassins covered in black

immediately swarmed out from both sides of the woods, quickly encircling

the convoy of cars. "It's an ambush! Protect Ms. Harmon!" The Harmon

family bodyguards reacted instantly and formed a ring around Natasha's

car to protect her. "Kill them!" The assassins were fearless as they cut

through flesh and knocked down cars. "Edwin Hummer is such a despicable

man! How dare he ambush us!" Ruth was shaken but furious. "The corporate

world is a battlefield. The moment a fight breaks out, things are bound

to get messy." Natasha responded calmly, this not being her first rodeo.

Ruth humphed angrily. "He better pray that he never falls into my hands,

or he'll regret it!" The sound of the battle was getting more heated

outside the car as numbers from both parties dwindled. Fortunately,

despite winning in numbers, the assassins were still no match to the

Harmon family's men in terms of skills. Soon, they began losing the

bloody battle, and many who hadn't been killed chose to flee. The battle

finally ended when the last assassin fell to the ground with a thud. More

than half of Natasha's men had been killed, but she and her sister were

unharmed. Dustin got out of the car and studied the bodies of the

assassins. He realized that each of them had a snake- shaped tattoo on

their body. Ruth humphed furiously. "Thank God our men are strong, or

we'd be dead today thanks to Edwin Hummer!" Natasha then ordered her men,

"Do a quick clean–up and let's leave." They were still close to Edwin's

territory and she couldn't be sure if he still had anything else up his

sleeve, so it was best they leave as soon as possible. As her men cleared

the place, two MPVs with foreign license plates headed toward them and

blocked their path. "No way. Don't tell me there's more?" asked Ruth,

annoyed. She watched intently as the car door opened and a dozen men

dressed for battle got out of the car. Leading them was a beautiful lady

in her 30s. Besides her good looks, she also had a voluptuous figure that

flaunted her curves as she walked, an air of authority following her

wherever she went. "Tilda?" Ruth exclaimed excitedly and rushed forward

to greet her. Everyone was relieved to see that backup had arrived. "What

happened?" Tilda Snider frowned when she saw the bodies littering the

ground. "They're Edwin Hummer's men! They tried to ambush

us!" Ruth grumbled. "He ambushed you? There's no way this is a

coincidence. No outsider knows about the route you are taking. so how

could he have planted these people here in advance?" "You're right! How

did he know we were going to take this route?" Ruth was puzzled. "Tilda,

do you mean to say there's a mole among our people?" Natasha was quick to

react. "That's right!" Tilda's expression was grave. "I have reason to

believe someone has been selling us out!" "Tilda, everyone here are

people I trust. I doubt any of them would betray me," countered Natasha,

shaking her head. "People you trust?" Tilda studied the crowd before her

gaze landed on Dustin. "I see some unfamiliar faces "that don't belong to

the Harmon family!" "Oh, he's my friend," explained Natasha. "Friend?

Humph! Friends are the least trustworthy people. I reckon that he's the

spy! Someone get rid of him at once!" Tilda commanded. Two subordinates

standing behind her immediately pulled out their knives, ready to fight.