Dustin stepped through the door, his gaze terrifyingly cold.From the moment he saw Dahlia's text, he knew something was wrong, so he rushed here as fast as he could."W—what are you doing here?!" Duncan's eyes widened, and he staggered backward in fear."Didn't you call me to ask me to come over? Well, now I'm here. What are you going to do?" Dustin began approaching him."Someone, come quick!" Duncan screamed.However, strangely enough, no one outside responded. It was as though those men stationed outside had disappeared into thin air. "Where the fuck are you all? Hello?!" Duncan continued hollering.But no matter how much he yelled, there was no response."I warned you before not to cross me again. Or else, you'll die a miserable death. What, did you think I was bullshitting you?" Dustin was getting closer and closer."Rhys, you're on my territory. I'm warning you to not come any closer, or you won't step out of this place ever again!" Duncan shouted, putting on a fierce
"If you promise not to kill me, I'll tell you the truth," Duncan said, attempting to negotiate terms."No thanks. You can just go die." As soon as Dustin finished speaking, he stomped his foot hard on Duncan's head."No—!" Duncan tried to wail before his head exploded into pieces. And just like that, he was dead."Mr. Rhys, the people outside have been taken care of."At that moment, two masked martial artists dressed in black garments walked in. They were elite shadow guards."Excellent. Clean this place up, and send the body straight to the Doyle home," Dustin ordered.The two exchanged glances, but in the end, they still nodded. "Yes." Dustin said nothing more. He carried the unconscious Dahlia and briskly walked out of the underground casino.The moment he stepped out the doors, he noticed a suspicious figure lurking in a corner. It was none other than James, who had managed to escape earlier."Come out!" Dustin threw a glance over his shoulder."Oh, it's just you. You s
As Dustin watched James run his mouth, his face became darker than a storm cloud.He never expected that James would shift the blame to the victim instead. Not only did he feel no remorse for his wrongdoing, he even dumped all the blame on Dustin. His actions made Dustin's blood boil!"How dare you, Dustin! I never thought you could sink to such lows. You couldn't woo my daughter, so you decided to resort to such abominable actions? You're a demon wearing a human's face!" Florence screamed hatefully."Hmph, I saw through your faux gentlemanly demeanor a long time ago! Not only did you try to steal our money, you've even tried to harm my cousin. You're an animal!" Julie roared, her eyes wide with rage."After all that happened, are you still not repentant?" Dustin frowned."What do I have to repent for? This is clearly your fault! You're the one who tried to hurt my sister!" James said indignantly. With his mother backing him, he had nothing to fear."You animal, don't touch my da
Dahlia thought about it long and hard before finally recalling what happened in the casino last night. She had drank two glasses and passed out with no recollection of what happened afterward, but it seemed like she was safe. "This is all that bastard's fault! If Dustin didn't harbor any ill intentions toward you and your brother, none of this would have happened to the both of you!" Florence exploded. "Dustin? What does any of this have to do with him?" Dahlia was puzzled. "I bet you still have no idea that he conspired with the owner of the casino to drug you. He was going to take advantage of you. Fortunately, James fought back and managed to save you," Florence replied."Mom, there must be some kind of mistake." Dahlia smiled. "Dustin would never hurt me, much less use such dirty tactics. You've got it all wrong.""Oh, Dahlia. You get tricked all the time because of how naive you are." Florence retorted, her face serious. "You should never judge a book by its cover. Dustin may l
James' death shocked everyone. They couldn't believe that the man who had been so full of life last night was now dead. "N—no! It can't be! How could my brother be dead?" Dahlia shook her head repeatedly, her face full of disbelief. "Please try and save my brother again! I'm willing to pay any price!""I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do. Our deepest condolences." The doctor shook his head. "But how could this be?" Tears streamed down Dahlia's face, and she staggered backward. She couldn't believe that her brother had died just like that."Oh, James! My son!" Florence wailed in anguish as James' body was wheeled out. She burst into tears at the sight of the lifeless body. She couldn't believe that her only son, whom she babied endlessly, had died so suddenly. What a tragic outcome! "Doctor, my nephew was fine yesterday, so why did he die? Did you guys make a mistake during surgery?" Victoria questioned. "The patient suffered a severe head injury that resulted in intracranial
Meanwhile, Dahlia sat alone on the hospital bed with a dull gaze and a haggard face. All the crying had tired her out, and her head was so hazy she felt like a zombie. Today's blow had completely overwhelmed her. "Dahlia …" Dustin suddenly walked into the room. His tone was concerned as he asked, "I heard you were admitted to the hospital. Which part of your body is the discomfort coming from? Do you want me to take a look at it?"Unresponsive, Dahlia sat still like a statue. "What's wrong, Dahlia?" Dustin waved a hand in front of Dahlia's face, whose expression remained as emotionless as a lifeless doll. Usually, only devastated people who had lost all hope showed such an expression. Dustin frowned and immediately felt her pulse, only to realize that it was irregular and extremely weak, like a candle that was going to blow out at any moment. "How did this happen?" Dustin was shocked. He quickly took out his silver needles and began treating Dahlia. A stream of true energy started
"Don't make excuses! Your palm prints are all over my brother's face, and the doctors said he suffered severe head trauma. If you weren't the one who caused it, who else could it be? Why? Why did you have to hit him so hard? Even if he did something wrong, you shouldn't have killed him!" Dahlia bawled, her fist pounding on Dustin's chest. Although Dustin should be the one in pain, the person who ended up with tears streaking down their face was Dahlia. "Dahlia, I think that there's something fishy with James' sudden death. Please believe me. I would never kill him!" Dustin responded gravely. "Believe you? How am I supposed to do that when all evidence is pointing at you?" Dahlia roared. It has been proven that Dustin was the person who hit James, causing the latter to be hospitalized. Doctors have also confirmed that the cause of James' death was head trauma. These answers were concrete evidence that pointed to Dustin as the murderer. So even if Dahlia was willing to believe that t
It was obvious that someone was trying to frame Dustin for James' death, but who? Was it the Doyle family or the Grant family? Or perhaps someone he had never met before. And why would they do this? Were they trying to turn Dahlia against him?Dustin stared at the black needle he was holding. He wanted to explain everything to Dahlia but stopped himself. He knew that in her current state, she would never believe him.Besides, all he had was the needle, which wasn't enough to prove anything. He would only be able to prove his innocence when he found the real killer. Just then, the sound of the phone ringing tore through the air. Dustin fished out his phone and saw that it was Nelson. "Hello? Great timing, Nelson. There's something I need you to—" Before Dustin could finish what he wanted to say, a panicked voice rang out. "We're in trouble, Sir!""What's happening?" Dustin frowned. "A bunch of martial artists just randomly barged into our dojo and began beating our men up. They are
"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
"Who is it?" Warrick's grip tightened around the hilt of his steel blade. His eyes, sharp and alert, were like those of a startled predator—full of caution and menace.For the past few days, he had been on edge, like a cornered animal. He barely slept and was constantly on high alert, fearing danger would strike at any moment.The door slowly creaked open. An elderly man with gray hair stepped inside with a tray of fruit and pastries in both hands.Before he could even register what was happening, a flash of cold steel appeared, and Warrick's blade was at the elderly man's throat.The elderly man trembled with fear. The tray slipped from his grasp, and fruit and pastries scattered on the floor."Easy, Sir Prescott. He's one of us." Mulder stepped forward and pressed down on the flat of Warrick's blade with a finger. He smiled and explained, "His name's Leigh Houston. He's mute and has served the Hall of Gods for years. He keeps watch over this tunnel entrance and has never slipp
"Here's the problem—even if we know Warrick's intentions, how do we stop him?" Austin asked.Right now, Warrick had already disappeared without a trace. Austin's team hadn't even come close enough to get a hold of him, so there was no way to track him down.West Lucozia's vast territory and resources made it impossible to seal off every exit route completely. While it might be manageable in the short term, prolonging such an operation would significantly impact West Lucozia's economy. Wasting resources on a single fugitive wasn't a wise move."Warrick is a wanted man across the entire city. There's no way he's leaving through official channels. He'll have to sneak his way out," Dustin analyzed. He continued, "According to the maritime charts, if he's traveling from West Lucozia to Artea, he'll have to go through Thaloria. That's our lead. Get someone on it immediately—find out how many smuggling routes there are from West Lucozia to Thaloria.""Got it. I'll get it done right away
"Damn you, Mulder! You've really screwed me over this time." Axel gnashed his teeth as rage boiled inside him. Mulder's betrayal hadn't just implicated Axel's sister, but it had also dragged Axel himself into the mess.Mulder had climbed the ranks to assistant chief of the City Defenders in just a few years, and Axel had played a major role in backing him.Now that this mess had blown up, Axel was right in the middle of it. No matter how he tried to explain, he was going to take the fall for it."Everyone, follow me! Let's capture that traitor."After learning Mulder's escape route, Axel waved his hand and led his enforcement team out at full speed.He had already messed up by failing to capture Warrick, which was a serious lapse in duty. Now, with his brother-in-law openly rebelling against them, things had only gotten worse.If Axel didn't turn this situation around and bring those traitors to justice, his days as an enforcement team captain were numbered.After a thorough s