Dustin, Lana, Bo, and others gathered around the table to drink and chit-chat.Their new company had just launched, and they had already profited quite a lot. It was the perfect end to their day. They decided to celebrate their success at the Regal Court after a busy day."Hahaha, what an amazing day! That bitch couple, Ezra and Eleanor, finally failed for once! I can't help but laugh whenever I remember their faces when they lost." Bo laughed loudly with his glass raised.He always disliked Eleanor and Ezra. They even went to threaten his sister at her place a few days ago. He finally got his revenge today."This is all thanks to Mr. Dawson's social network. You managed to invite the Fallon family and the Ballard family today. If not, we wouldn't be this successful!" Lana raised her glass with a smile."Hold on …" Bo was taken aback and frantically said, "I thought the Camrons invited the ancient houses? How is the Dawson family involved?""What?" Lana's face froze. "Mr. Dawson,
"What?" Looking at the palm covering the opening of the glass, Bo was shocked. "Fishy? How so?" He sniffed the wine and said confusedly, "The wine has a full-bodied fragrance and a lasting after smell. It's fine.""The wine on its own is fine. But there is something else in it. If you drink it, you'll die." Dustin replied seriously."Is the wine poisoned?" Bo frowned and put down his glass of wine slowly. He turned to gaze at his bodyguards and asked coldly, "What's going on?"It was protocol that his wine would be tested for poison before it was served to him. It'd only be brought before Bo if it was deemed safe."Mr. Dawson, we tested the wine. There was no poison in it." The bodyguards immediately shook their heads to confirm that the wine hadn't been poisoned."I saw it with my own eyes. The test was negative." Elara, the female grandmaster, said calmly."Dustin, could you have made a mistake?" Bo thought it was weird. He could choose not to trust his bodyguards, but he w
"Take her away for interrogation!" Elara ordered. With a wave of her hand, two of her subordinates dragged the waitress away. They couldn't let any suspect escape in a situation like this."Both of you, check if there was any stranger in the kitchen tonight with the kitchen staff."As for the both of you, check the surveillance footage. Make sure you check every single person who came into the restaurant tonight."Elara wasted no time in giving out orders. Bo's bodyguards immediately did as they were told."Mr. Dawson, all this was my mistake. I almost caused a disaster. I'll gladly accept any punishment." Elara apologized with a bow."It wasn't your fault. Who would have expected such a wicked method?" Bo appeared stern."Have you upset anyone lately?" Lana asked suddenly."No one that I can think of." Bo shook his head. "I rarely go out in public, so I haven't had the chance to upset anyone."Bo's eye suddenly twitched as he uttered, "Hold on! Could it be the Welch and Swan
The night had grown darker on the outskirts of South City, inside an old and rustic mansion. Ezra paced restlessly in the living room with his hands clasped behind his back, clearly anxious. To confront Dustin and his gang, he had enlisted a master from the Mystic Arts Order, someone even more powerful than Theodore, although slightly eccentric and unpredictable. This man had a sadistic side, as seen by the three unfortunate women who had left his presence battered and on the verge of death. Ezra didn't tend to show unnecessary sympathy, but appeasing this man with a twisted personality proved to be quite a challenge. The threat to his life loomed large if he accidentally provoked him.The door squeaked open, revealing a thin figure in a black robe with a satisfied grin. In the adjoining room, there was a horrifying scene: a woman bound and bloodied, her life cruelly taken from her.Ezra turned away in shock. The master, Caspian Yuletide, sauntered out, visibly content. Ezra ca
The bundle had unfurled, revealing a spherical object that rolled out—a severed human head!"Holy crap!" Ezra jumped back, his face turning pale. To his shock, the decapitated head belonged to one of Caspian's disciples."What?" Caspian's face darkened, his gaze turning cold. "Who the hell are you? How dare you kill my disciple? You've got some nerve!""So, you're the sicko who spiked our drinks with those zombie worms?" A figure emerged from the shadows, stopping at the living room doorway. The dim light exposed Dustin's face, surprising Ezra. "Dustin? What are you doing here?!""You guys suck at hiding your tracks, so now, I'm here to settle the score," Dustin said nonchalantly."Settle the score? Who do you think you are? Acting all tough in front of Sir Yuletide? You're digging your own grave!" Ezra spat and quickly hid behind Caspian. "Sir Yuletide! This bastard here is the one I want to deal with!""You killed my disciple, and now you dare to seek revenge? You truly don
"Mystic Arts Order's flea powder? That's cool." Dustin squinted, quickly catching on—it was clear that Caspian wasn't any average mystic artist but an elite from the Mystic Arts Order."Oh? A mystic artist? No wonder you saw through my moves." Caspian gave Dustin a once-over; his gaze shone with excitement. That surprise attack moments ago would've been tough for a regular martial artist to handle. But Dustin had effortlessly diffused the danger with a slight breath, showcasing his skill."Ah! My face! My handsome face!" Ezra, now poison-free, howled in pain, covering his bloodied face. He roared, "Sir Yuletide! Take him down for me! I want to rip him to shreds!""You're noisy!" Caspian's face darkened, and with a backhand slap, he sent Ezra flying. He was a master at being unpredictable."As fellow mystic artists, why don't you kneel and apologize to me, then become my disciples? What do you say?" Caspian proposed, a sinister smile playing on his lips. His disciple was dead,
"What?" In the corner, Ezra stood wide-eyed, witnessing the unbelievable scene. The once-revered Caspian, an elite of the Mystic Arts Order, crumbled under a single strike from Dustin. Caspian, someone close to reaching the grandmaster status, was easily overpowered by Dustin. It was unimaginable"What? You're not dead yet?" Dustin raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. Even with just ten percent of the force, that last hit could've taken out anyone below the grandmaster level. The armor took the hit and saved Caspian from getting a chest-sized hole through him.Caspian coughed up blood, and bones seemed to have shattered. Even with the protective armor, his chest crumbled like twigs, and his internal organs were severely damaged."H-How can you be so powerful? Are you a grandmaster?" Caspian questioned, shocked. Caspian's face contorted in fear as he clutched his chest in pain. Despite being halfway to becoming a grandmaster, he was defeated by someone so young as Dustin.
"Stop right there!" Just as Dustin was about to finish Caspian, a sudden shout cut through the air. At the same time, a projectile shot out of the shadows, a deadly dart aimed right at Dustin's back.Dustin raised an eyebrow, swiftly turned around, and caught the dart with two fingers. Upon taking a closer look, it was a poisoned dart. It emanated a dark aura, sporting the mark written "Mystic". It was an object from Mystic Arts Order!"Who are you? You dare to attack a disciple of the Mystic Arts Order? You've got some nerve!" At this moment, an old woman in black robes emerged from the shadows.The old lady had a weathered appearance, a petite figure that seemed ordinary. But her eyes were exceptionally cold and sharp, like venomous snakes. It instilled fear in anyone who caught her gaze."Madam Beatrix? Madam Beatrix, save me!" Seeing her, Caspian acted like he had just found a lifeline. He stumbled towards her, seeking refuge.Though others might not know, he knew that Bea