"Huh?" Dexter, who had been firing shots, saw something flash before his eyes. Dustin suddenly reappeared in front of him. He was unbelievably fast, given the fact that he was already quite far away when he pulled the trigger."You … are courting death!" Dexter's expression changed when he heard a cold and stern voice beside his ear. He lifted his gun and wanted to fire another shot. However, before he could pull the trigger, Dustin held his wrist and gave it a tight squeeze. With a loud crack, Dexter's wrist limped downward immediately, and his fingers let go of the gun lifelessly."Ah!" After he recovered from his shock, Dexter let out a loud cry. Dustin gave him another punch in the stomach as he wailed.He spit out another mouthful of blood. Dexter was like a ballistic missile when he was sent flying several yards away. He then slammed into the wall heavily, and it cracked in several places upon impact. His body was stuck to the wall momentarily before sliding down slo
The fear of death enveloped him."Don't … don't kill me … Today was a misunderstanding," Dexter croaked and spoke with great difficulty. At that moment, he was really scared. When death was upon him, he couldn't care less about his status and dignity anymore. If he could live, he would gladly renounce all those. He still had a good life before him, and he could enjoy endless riches. He didn't have to risk his life unnecessarily."Mr. Dexter, don't be afraid! That guy wouldn't dare do anything to you. He's just trying to intimidate you!" Harper tried to comfort him."Intimidate?" Dexter's mouth twitched, and he was almost tempted to start swearing. His chest was this close to being crushed by Dustin. How was that just intimidation?"Mr. Dexter, please hold on! I've already called for backup. When they arrive, Dustin won't be able to escape!" Harper continued to encourage him."Stupid motherfucker! Could you please shut up?" Dexter swore in his heart. His life now depended on
Dexter took big gulps of air as he broke out in cold sweat. He felt as if he had survived an apocalypse. Never in his dreams did he think that Natasha's boy toy could be this strong. He was also ruthless and had no fear of the Fallon family. Was he ignorantly arrogant? Or did he have a powerful backing?"Mr. Dexter, are you alright?" At this time, Cody and Harper finally dared to walk up to him to check if he was alright and to show him their loyalty. They shouted at Dustin just to please him. If they could take this opportunity to become his confidantes, they would finally have the chance to join the elite social circle. They were very close to living the easy life they had dreamed of for so long!"Mr. Dexter, there was nothing you should be afraid of. You could have continued fighting till the very end. I don't think he would have done anything to hurt you!" Harper pointed her chin toward Dustin with an arrogant and disgusted look. In her opinion, he was just feigning bra
This had never happened before.Cody and Harper were speechless. They looked at each other in defeat. They had no idea that Dexter, the person they'd been trying their best to bootlick, could be this useless. He actually apologized publicly because the boy toy threatened him.What an embarrassment! It looked like the Chaos Demon was nothing but a title. Natasha quietly observed the whole event unfolding with a smile on her face. It was true that Dustin was unyielding. He'd never let these rich playboys have their way."How do you propose to compensate me for my emotional distress?" Dustin asked. "Why don't you give me a price?" Dexter replied."I can see that the Fallon family is quite wealthy. How about three million?" Dustin said calmly."What? Three million? This is daylight robbery!" Harper yelled in surprise."Dustin Rhys! You're asking for too much!" Cody said with a gloomy expression.Was this guy crazy? Besides injuring Dexter, he was now asking for a compensation
Dexter was confused by the sudden slap. He was too shocked to react. Everyone else present was astounded as well. They had no idea what was happening. Didn't Dante come to protect Dexter? Why would he slap his nephew as soon as he saw him?"Uncle Dante, why did you slap me?" Dexter looked aggrieved as he held his burning cheek. Out in public, he was the Chaos Demon. However, he was just a terrified mouse before Dante. After all, his uncle was the one who gave him everything he had today."Hmph! Don't you have the faintest clue why I slapped you? How many fucking times have I told you? You can do whatever you want outside, be it picking a fight or finding faults."Whatever it is, the sky is practically your limit because you have the backing of the Fallon family! My only request is to never lose a fight!"The Fallon family will not tolerate losers nor cowards! You're a freaking Four-star Marshal, and you let a boy toy defeat you? "You're such an embarrassment to the Fallon f
"Have we? I don't remember anything." Dustin replied calmly."Let me ask you, do you know who I am?" Dante asked another question."I just found out you're Dante Fallon, a Cardinal Dragon Marshal," Dustin replied."If you already know my title, why aren't you afraid?" Dante was a little curious. Normal people would be trembling in fear whenever they saw him. And yet, this guy before him was calm and collected. It was as if he didn't care about him. Was he a fool? Or did he have a strong backing?"Why should I be afraid?" Dustin replied calmly, "Oakvale is not a lawless place. Your nephew wanted to fight, and he lost. Everyone here witnessed it. "Besides, the Fallon family is an ancient house in Oakvale. Are you trying to turn the heat on me based on your status?""Haha, smarty pants." Dante narrowed his eyes. Then, he said, "But you're right. Dexter lost because he was useless. The Fallon family will not intimidate the weak just because we're strong. Nevertheless, I can't
Cody and Harper were taken away, howling. It didn't matter how much they explained or how much they begged for mercy.Dante was already upset, and these two idiots provided him a channel to vent his anger. Cody and Harper only had themselves to blame. They met him at a bad time.There was nothing to fight about. But they just had to stand up and pick a fight. Without a doubt, they brought it upon themselves. Eighty strokes from the military whip were anything but fun. Even a sturdy army personnel would be out sick for at least two weeks after the punishment.Needless to say, for a normal person who had never undergone training, it wasn't rare for them to be crippled or dead after the punishment."Dear, those two seem to hate you a lot. Have you ever upset them?" Natasha asked curiously when she saw Cody and Harper being taken away forcefully."They're just two crazy dogs. Let them be." Dustin shook his head.Harper and Cody were typical bullies who looked down on the powerless
Natasha smiled and took Dustin by the elbow. "Let's go. I'll show you around, and we'll drop by Dash Corporation."…In South City, the Swanson family room was bright and spacious. Ezra sat across Eleanor at the table, talking and eating dessert."Ezra, why is Sir Crane still not here? Do you think he stood us up?" Eleanor looked at the time, appearing upset. She'd been waiting for an hour, but no one showed up."Eleanor, be patient. Sir Crane is a very busy man. Let's wait for a little longer. He should be here soon." Ezra flashed her a charming smile.As soon as he was done talking, someone opened the door. Soon, an old man dressed in an all-black suit with a stern and cold expression strode in. The old man had his hands behind him. His facial expression was icy, and his gaze haughty. He had this mysterious air around him."Sir Crane, you've finally arrived." Ezra's eyes lit up, and he stood up to welcome him."Have you prepared what I requested?" Theodore sat down slowly. H
"So what if I am? And what if I push even further?" Dustin's smile slowly faded. "If you don't like it, do something about it."There was no reasoning with tyrants like Warrick."Punk, are you really willing to risk your life against me? Have you ever considered what happens if you lose?" Warrick's face turned grim as a wave of killing intent spread from him.He had already taken a step back to avoid unnecessary trouble. If Dustin refused to back down, there was no choice but to fight."Cut the crap. You wanna fight, fight." Dustin didn't bother with more words. With a flick of his wrist, a silver needle shot out and aimed toward Warrick's forehead—silent, unassuming, but deadly."Hmm?" Warrick's brow furrowed as he instinctively raised his arm. Sparks flew as the needle deflected off his arm and buried into the ground."Oh? You've mastered the Adamantine Body Technique?" Dustin narrowed his eyes. At that instant, he saw through Warrick's technique. Not only was he halfway
Mulder's body trembled, and he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. His energy drained, and his entire being seemed to collapse.Dustin's finger flick had not only shattered his sword but also injured his internal organs. With the effects of the enhanced serum wearing off, Mulder was now back to his original state and completely spent.His once-powerful frame now shrank like a punctured balloon. He looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant. Mulder could no longer fight. Even standing up was a challenge."He's finished," Dustin said coolly, then looked at Warrick. "Now it's your turn.""Hmm?" Warrick frowned, and his expression turned serious.Dustin's display of strength earlier had made him feel a sense of crisis. If they fought head-on, there was no telling who would come out on top.But Warrick was just one step away from escaping West Lucozia, bound for Artea and a life of freedom and luxury. He had no intention of risking his life in battle unless he absolutely
"This is interesting." Dustin smirked as the dense barrage of swords came slashing down at him. In the blink of an eye, his figure dissolved into a wisp of smoke and vanished.A storm of sword shadows carrying the force that could split rivers and overturn seas crashed down on the fishing boat where he had just been standing. The entire vessel broke apart in an instant—some sinking into the depths while others drifted across the water."What? He dodged it?" Warrick's eyes flickered with surprise.Mulder's attack just now had been a 360-degree attack. Once caught in its range, there was no chance to dodge—only the option to endure. He couldn't understand how Dustin had managed to avoid it. Did he just teleport?"Hiding like a coward? What kind of warrior are you? Come fight me face-to-face."Frustrated after his attack missed again, Mulder grew desperate. His enhanced serum would only last for 15 minutes. If this dragged on, he'd collapse from exhaustion before Dustin even touche
"Oh? Are we going all out now?" Dustin smirked, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.Mulder, who had advanced to become a grandmaster martial artist through drugs, had a weak foundation. Even after taking the enhanced serum, he still posed no threat to Dustin. If Mulder were a hundred times stronger, he might just barely be able to fight Dustin.As the serum's effects pushed his body to the limit, Mulder suddenly let out a furious roar. His muscles swelled rapidly, and his bones cracked as they expanded. His body grew larger at an alarming rate, and his clothes tore apart under the strain.His six-foot frame stretched to nearly seven feet in mere moments as his body swelled to monstrous proportions. His face twisted fiercely, and his skin darkened as black scales surfaced.With another guttural growl, his roar turned beastlike. He grabbed his shredded shirt and ripped it away, exposing his broad chest covered in dark scales. A faint, eerie sheen flickered across their surface."D
Dustin's words made Mulder frown.Mulder knew all too well that Warrick was the kind of man who had no sense of loyalty or honor. If Warrick could kill his own personal guards without hesitation, what would stop him from killing a stranger? Mulder was certain that the moment things went south, Warrick would be the first to flee. Given the choice, he'd never willingly risk his life as Warrick's sacrificial pawn. But now, there was no turning back.With his undercover identity exposed and him helping Warrick escape, Mulder became a sworn enemy of West Lucozia. His name was now on the most-wanted list.Tonight was their best chance to escape. If they missed it, finding another way out would be nearly impossible.There was only one path left for him—kill whoever stood in his way and make it onto that escape boat."Enough talk, punk. Let's see what you're really made of," Mulder said.After weighing his options, he gritted his teeth and finally decided to draw his longsword. His fig
"You had your chance. Don't blame me for what happens next," Dustin said.With a slight squeeze of his fingers, the steel blades clamped between them shattered with a sharp clang.Before the two Hall of Gods members could even react, Dustin waved his hand.The two men were sent flying as if they'd been hit by a truck, hurtling over 30 feet through the air. Blood sprayed from their mouths and noses before they hit the ground. They were critically injured and on the verge of death.Dustin slowly turned his head and looked at the man who had just tried to ambush him.The man glanced at the broken sword in his hand, then at Dustin, who looked utterly unfazed. He hesitated for a split second—then bolted.With a powerful leap, he dove straight for the sea. He knew Dustin's strength was on a completely different level. There was no chance of outrunning him on land, so the only hope was to disappear into the water.It might have worked—if not for what happened next.Just before he hit
"You're not a fisherman? Who the hell are you?"Mulder's guard shot up the moment he got a clear look at the young man's face.Fishermen who spent their days at sea were usually tanned from the sun, but this one had a fair complexion. It felt a little strangeNoticing something was off, the men behind Mulder drew their blades and fixed their sharp gazes on the fisherman.The so-called fisherman standing guard wasn't just anyone—it was Dustin, who had been waiting for them all along.Since his plan was set in motion, he'd been stationed there from morning until midnight. After what felt like an eternity, his targets had finally arrived."Isn't it obvious? I'm here to capture you."Dustin rose from the deck and rolled his shoulders before speaking in an even tone. "If you don't want to die, surrender now. Otherwise, it'll be too late.""Watch out! It could be an ambush." Mulder swiftly pulled out his dagger. His sharp gaze scanned the surroundings for any sign of hidden troops.
As night fell, Warrick sat motionless in his room as he tried to calm his mind through meditation. He had always been able to clear his mind with ease. But tonight, no matter how hard he tried, focus eluded him. A restless unease settled over him and refused to let him relax.Nearly two hours passed before Mulder's scouts finally returned. This time, they brought good news.The smuggling route they had scouted was completely safe, with no signs of an ambush. The West Lucozia army had yet to discover this potential escape route.Once everything was confirmed, Mulder let out a breath of relief. Warrick, too, finally felt the weight lift from his chest."Since the route is safe, we should set out immediately to avoid any unexpected complications." Warrick said. He had no intention of waiting any longer. He was a wanted man, and every moment in West Lucozia increased his chances of capture. There was no telling when the army might surround him. Only by escaping to Thaloria would he
After a hearty meal, the burly Warrick sprawled lazily onto the bed and dozed off. He slept soundly till dusk, lost in a deep dream. When the sky was painted in brilliant hues of the setting sun, only then did he wake up leisurely.The exhaustion from the previous day seemed to have melted away. He felt invigorated, refreshed, and in high spirits.At that moment, Leigh had already set the table in the hall with quiet efficiency. Compared to the first meal, this spread was far more lavish.At the center of the table sat a whole roasted pig. Its golden-brown skin glistened with a rich, crispy sheen. The mouthwatering aroma filled the room, making it impossible not to crave a bite.Warrick had never been one for formalities. The moment he saw the feast, he didn't hesitate. He strode over, took a seat, and started digging in. He ate with zero restraint without sparing a single thought for Mulder, who was still out gathering intel.After a while, half of the roast pig was gone. His fac