Dahlia Nicholson and Dustin Rhys Novel
Chapter 668

Chapter 668

The muscular men at the back began to poke fun. All of them were behaving brazenly, leering at

them.

"Ms. Natasha, why don't we leave for now? These people look difficult," Edmund advised quietly, shrinking into himself.

"Why are you panicking, Dad? This is the Harmons' home. What kind of trouble are they capable of kicking up here?" Abigail glared. She'd always looked down on her father's cowardly tendencies, always recoiling at the most minor things. Was he even a man?

"You'd better get out of my sight while I'm not angry yet," Natasha said, her expression cold as ice.

"Oh, you're pretty feisty! I like it." The bearded man rubbed his chin. "Unfortunately, beautiful, those two wusses next to you can't be your knights in shining armor." As he spoke, he glanced at Dustin and Edmund. One was a much younger man, and another was a wrinkled old geezer. They were nothing to fear.

"Just me alone is enough to fight you!" Abigail said, slamming her palm into the table and jumping to her feet. Having been through Dustin's training the past few days, her abilities had improved by leaps and bounds, which greatly boosted her confidence.

"Gorgeous, I'll play with you, but I'd rather do it in bed," the bearded man said, grinning sleazily.

"You-" Abigail was furious and humiliated. She was about to get violent, but Edmund stopped her.

"Abigail, don't be rash. Harmony is of utmost importance."

"You're always like this. Can you grow a pair?!" Abigail frowned.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," Edmund said lamely.

"I don't need your concern. Go away!" Abigail pushed her father aside and swung her fist at the bearded man's face. She was going to teach these lechers a lesson. There came a dull noise. The bearded man had easily caught Abigail's full-powered punch without sustaining any injury.

"Huh?" Abigail's expression changed. She finally realized that these people were far from ordinary.

"Beautiful, at your strength, your blows are nothing more than an itch for me. Take my advice and save your energy." The bearded man grinned. After he spoke, the other men behind him burst out into guffaws. They looked like a pack of hungry wolves setting their eyes on several sheep

At that moment, a furious roar rang out, "You scum of the martial world, let go of that young lady!"

Three young, upright-looking martial artists finally stood, denouncing the bearded man's actions.

"Oh, does someone finally dare to save the damsels in distress?" The bearded man smirked coldly, pulling the knife out of his belt.

"We should always help one another, but you're over there bullying a few women. You call that a

skill? Fight us if you dare!" one of them yelled.

"My knife never cuts those who are nameless. You, tell me your names!" the bearded man said.

"Listen up. We're the White Stag Trio!" the three of them shouted in unison.

"The White Stag Trio? What the hell is that? I've never heard of you," the bearded man said disdainfully.

"How dare you look down on us? You've got a death wish!" Upon hearing that, the three martial artists flew into a rage. Without another word, they brandished their daggers.

One side wanted to save the damsels in distress, while the other wanted to show off.

"You're in over your head!" The bearded man snorted coldly. Alone, he went up to fight the trio.

There was a series of metallic clanging. The bearded man was practically a tiger foraging into a herd of goats-he was unstoppable. After several rounds, he had cut everyone to the ground. The White Stag Trio was defeated!