Knowing Natasha's temper, eloping did sound like something she might do. With the family gathering right around the corner, Mrs. Davys couldn't let something like that happen. "Fine. You can stay." Natasha wasn't in the mood to argue, so she dragged Dustin over to the gazebo over the pond. Mrs. Davys was just about to follow them when Ruth stopped her. "My dad only said to keep an eye on them, not stalk them! Why would you impede on a couple's private conversation?" Mrs. Davys thought about it for a moment and decided to wait where she was. After all, the two of them were still within her sights, and she could see every move they made."How did you get in here, Dear? My father isn't the type of person who would give in easily." Natasha asked, pouring two cups of tea."I saved his life, so I asked to meet you in return." Dustin gave her a run-down of everything that had happened.After hearing the story, Natasha grumbled. "What a reckless old man!""That's why I came to talk
Dustin did not leave right after meeting Natasha. Instead, he stayed in the Harmon estate under the pretense of treating Hector's illness.Naturally, to prevent the two of them from eloping, Mrs. Davys kept a close eye on them the entire time, separating them every time their actions became intimate. During the night, the two were forbidden from seeing each other, which Dustin obeyed begrudgingly.With that, the night passed uneventfully. The next morning, the Harmons' annual family gathering had officially begun. Countless people began pouring into the estate, luxury cars casually clustering the plaza.As one of the Fabulous Five, the Harmon family was incredibly prosperous, consisting of hundreds of family members. Besides those from the Harmon family, loyal company staff and other important family guests had all been invited as well, making the place much livelier. Hector, the head of the family, looked much better after receiving another round of treatment from Dustin.
"What's going on? Who did this?"Natasha's brow furrowed tightly as she studied the people on the floor, her face turning cold. Things would still be fine if only a few people were poisoned. Now, however, hundreds of people had been poisoned simultaneously. The consequences would be detrimental. The person who did this clearly only had one aim–to get rid of the Harmon family, once and for all!"Dad! Mom! Uncles!"Ruth panicked after seeing her family fall to the floor consecutively and darted toward them, but before she could reach them, she also spat out blood before crashing to the floor."Ruth!" Natasha paled. She was about to rush forward, but Dustin pulled her back. "Don't go there. It's the air that's poisonous, not the wine!""Then, what should we do? We have to save them!" Natasha cried worriedly, struggling to keep calm when faced with her poisoned family members."Take this pill first." Dustin drew out a white pill and put it into Natasha's mouth. It was a Curax, wh
After struggling for half an hour, everyone finally managed to drink the antidote. Although they were still weak and pale, their lives were no longer in danger.By the time they were finished, Natasha collapsed on the floor, worn out, and Dustin heaved a sigh of relief.It was fortunate that he had so many drugs on hand, or there'd be no way he could deal with so many poisoned patients. "Thank God you're here, Dustin, or our family would have been done for." Hector pulled himself up, his face full of gratitude. The Harmon family had nearly been wiped out."You're welcome, Mr. Harmon. I just did what I had to." Dustin replied, waving his arm."Uncle Hector, don't you find this suspicious?" Quentin suddenly asked. "Why does this guy have the antidote?""What are you implying?" Hector frowned."Everyone who joined the gathering is either from our family or our esteemed guests. Everyone knows each other very well, while this guy is merely a stranger," Quentin said, looking suspicio
Looking at all the hostile faces around him, Dustin smiled an imperceptible cold smile. They really didn't know what was good for them. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have saved anyone. Now, he not only ended up failing to get into anyone's good books but even brought trouble unto himself. How unlucky!"Why so quiet, Dustin? Is it because you're feeling too guilty, so you don't dare to speak a word?" Quentin said aggressively. He looked as if he wanted to get to the bottom of things. "You've already said everything there is to be said. What else can I say?" Dustin snorted and continued, "I saved your lives, but you keep insisting that I poisoned you and speaking so self-righteously. I've never met anyone as ungrateful as you bunch.""Humph! How dare you still defend yourself?!" Quentin's gaze was icy as he said, "If you didn't poison us, then why don't you explain why you have the antidote?""That's right! Why would you have the antidote?!" Everyone started demanding loudly.
"Why don't you trouble yourself? I don't care, but nobody touches Dustin today!" Natasha didn't give in at all. In her eyes, no one was more important than her man. Even if he was guilty, she would still defend him till the end, much less when he was being wronged right then. "Nonsense!" Jacob's temper flared, and he shouted, "How can a junior like you meddle with such an important family matter? Someone take Miss Harmon back to her room!""Yes, sir!" Mrs. Davys and the others dared not show any hesitation. They half dragged, and half persuaded Natasha out of the banquet hall. Witnessing this scene, Dustin frowned. He had wanted to take action a few times already, but he had controlled himself. The Harmon family's ways already ignited his anger. "No one's going to help you now, Rhys." Quentin took two steps forward and gave a low laugh. "I already asked you to leave earlier, but you just didn't want to listen to me. Look where it's gotten you now. You regret it, don't you?""I'
Seeing Quentin die such a sudden death, the crowd was frozen with fright. Their eyes protruded, and disbelief was written across their faces. They could never have imagined Dustin to be so daring as to kill someone over a mere misunderstanding. He was swift, brutal, and very vicious. He never even gave Quentin a chance to negotiate. Shouldn't every hostage be given a chance to negotiate first? Where was the reason for killing someone straight away without saying anything first? He was so unpredictable."It's over. It's really over this time." Ruth smacked her forehead and shut her eyes. If Dustin was just a suspect before this, he was now a murderer, no matter what the truth was. From that moment on, Dustin was the Harmon family's public enemy! After a short moment of silence, the crowd launched into uproar."How dare you kill someone with all of us watching! Today will be your last day!" "Fuck! Is that idiot crazy? How could he be so bold as to kill a member of the Harmon family o
"Everybody, I know that all of you hate me, but please let me say a few words." Dustin looked around and said loudly, "As long as you let me finish speaking, you can kill me or do anything you please. I will not resist!" "Hmmph! Are you still trying to make excuses till the very end?" Jacob demanded with a glare."I must say this regardless of whether you'll believe me, but Quentin deserved to die. That's because he is the real culprit who poisoned you!" Dustin dropped a bombshell. "Bullshit!" Jacob snorted coldly. "Quentin is a Harmon. How could he poison members of his own family? I think you're just framing him!""That's right! If you're going to make up a story, then at least make it believable. Who would believe you saying Quentin was the culprit?" Everyone scoffed and looked at Dustin with hostile gazes. If it wasn't because Natasha was shielding him, they would have attacked him long ago. "You say that Quentin is the culprit, but do you have evidence?" Hector, who had be
"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