Dexter hadn’t lifted a finger in many years, but when he did, it was to tear someplace down.

Forced into a corner, Josie could only endure the pain and watch as Dexter and Justin fought the security guards. Though it was called a fight, it was more of a one-sided beating. The inexperienced security guards at the club were no match for their well-trained opponents.

Dexter slammed a security guard’s head onto the ground, showing no mercy. Blood immediately trickled from the corner of the man’s mouth as he begged for mercy. Only then did Dexter let go, his voice icy to the extreme. “Who ordered you to do this?”

The security guard kept mum.

“Speak up!”

Josie rubbed her neck, wincing from the severe pain. It was clear that these people had targeted her with premeditated and organized intent.

The veins in Dexter’s neck bulged prominently, his entire being radiating an ominous aura. He leaned in closer, repeating his words, “If you won’t talk to me, you’ll talk to Hades himself.”

He picked up the blood-stained club from the ground, ready to strike. Sensing something was amiss, Josie quickly shouted, “Dexter!”

His actions came to an abrupt halt, as he cast a glance at her.

If he really went through with it, the security guard might have truly gone to meet Hades.

shook her

use the restroom, but instead, she was met with a gruesome sight. Blood was splattered everywhere, and several people lay

the woman was Laura. Her face was filled with shock as she took in the scene, and she cried

helping her up and leading her away. Justin, still seething with anger, landed two solid punches on those men. “I’ll hit

her surprise deepening at the sight of Josie. “What’s going on? Y-You…”

pain, Josie asked, “Laura? What are you

social gathering. I didn’t expect to find you here. Did these people beat

how to respond. However, Dexter took over the conversation. “Tell the person in charge of this

her fists tightly,

leaning against the car, smoking. Seeing several people covered in blood,

“Go to the

several related phone calls, none of which were conducted in a pleasant

resist, Josie reached out. “The skin and flesh are wounded, but there’s no internal

sideways, his eyes filled with heartache. He took Josie’s hand.

to Arnold. It’s not

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