Chapter 841

Florence registered what happened and roared, "Hey, grab that asshole!"

Soon, dozens of security guards charged into the hall and surrounded Dustin, holding stun batons.

"Get him!"

The guards rushed toward Dustin, who sent needles flying with a flick of his wrist.

Immediately, the guards fell to the floor before they reached him. They held their stomachs as their faces concerted in pain.

The terrifying sight made the guests shrink back in fear. Even Florence kept silent.

It was easy to see that Dustin was no longer the same person they knew.

"You're going to die today, Gavin. And no one can save you." Dustin turned, and his deadly stare fell on Gavin.

"Insolent brat!" The long-haired man jumped up, meeting Dustin's glare with a defiant one.

"And who are you?" Dustin narrowed his eyes.

"I'm the Gloomster, Spike Floyd!" the long-haired man announced, causing an uproar.

"Oh, my God! Spike Floyd the Gloomster? What's he doing here?"

"Who's Spike Floyd? Is he powerful?