My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100 

Chapter 100 

Dustin remained seated. He took out his phone and made a call. 

“I’m at a food truck across the street outside the filming studio. Come now,” he said indifferently. 

“On? Still calling for help?” said the yellow haired guy mockingly. “You think people can help you on the Serpentine Gang’s turf? It’s pointless!” 

“He’s just putting on a show!” Rachel snorted. “The sisters left. Fine! I don’t care. But you can’t let him go!” 

Rachel pointed at Dustin angrily. 

“Babe, tell me what you want me to do.” The yellow–haired guy pulled her close by the waist and planted a kiss on her cheek. 

Rachel stared at Dustin and smiled sinisterly. “I want his hands!” 

The yellow–haired guy laughed. 

“That’s my girl! You’re so bold! Don’t worry. Even if you can’t act anymore, I can still give you a good life. I’m Brantley, after all.” 

“You want his hands? No problem!” he said. 

Brantley looked at his two lackeys behind him, who had knives. 

“Didn’t you hear what the lady said? Do it!” 

The two men moved toward Dustin while holding their knives out. 

Drake, who was the terrifying one, had already left. Dustin was not threatening 

all. 

Rachel stared at Dustin. 

A normal person would have started to panic. 

But Dustin did not respond at ah. He just sat on the plastic stool while sipping: the cheap tea. 

“Keep acting tough! Let’s see how long you can keep that up!” Rachel scowled. 

Chapter 100 

The two men walked to Dustin and raised their knives 

A cold light flashed, and screams echoed as the knives dropped to the ground 

Four severed arms hit the floor. 

Brantley’s lackeys screamed in pain. The stumps left behind in place of ther arms were still beading. 

“What?!” 

Brantley was shocked, and Rachel’s face froze. 

A few men in black appeared beside Dustin. 

No one saw which of them had made the move and severed his lackeys arms 

Brantley was a bit frightened. 

Drake and these men in black seemed dangerous. They were definitely not ordinary people. They struck a different kind of fear in people. 

“You… who are you?” Brantley asked as he stared at Dustin. 

Dustin did not respond. 

Small thugs were not worthy of his attention. 

Suddenly, several cars screeched to a halt outside, which caught everyone’s attention. 

A few luxury cars stopped outside the food truck, and people hurried over. 

Brantley’s men looked at them, and they froze. 

“Brantley, it’s Mr. Quigley! Mr. Quigley is here!” someone exclaimed. 

“What?! Mr. Quigley?” Brantley was surprised. He did not bother with Dustin anymore. He rushed out to welcome Mr. Quigley. 

“Mr. Quigley, why are you here?” Brantley rushed to him and asked politely. 

“Brantley, you rascal!” Mr. Quigley shouted at him the moment he saw him. He looked like he wanted to skin Brantley alive.