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.
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