"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
In an instant, Beatrix's arm felt numb, and her heartbeat quickened."What's happening?" She watched her trembling arm in shock. Beatrix was skilled in both mystic and martial arts and had nearly achieved the rank of a grandmaster. But now, she found herself at a disadvantage against Dustin.Just how strong was this kid?"How about now? Still want to stand in my way?" Dustin remained indifferent, hoping to teach her a lesson so she'd back off for certain reasons."You're formidable, young man. I admire that." Beatrix took a deep breath, suppressing the surging blood within. "Unfortunately, you're destined to lose today. Look at your palm; it's turning black, isn't it?""Your poison is useless against me," Dustin shook his head. His body was immune to poisons, especially after breaking through."Useless?" Beatrix sneered. "Young man, you're overestimating yourself and underestimating the Mystic Arts Order! "The toxin we've used is lethal even for grandmasters. Right now, you
"Abigail?" Dustin stared at the sudden appearance of the white-haired young woman, genuinely surprised. The young woman was his only disciple, Abigail! It was unexpected for them to meet again after so many years, and she had undergone noticeable changes. She had become more beautiful and exuded a profound and mysterious aura; her every move was graceful."Hi Sir, surprised to see me?" She smiled."Kid, it's been so long! Not even a call to say you're well," Dustin said, intentionally keeping a stern face.He lightly tapped Abigail's head with his knuckles, shocking the Mystic Arts Order's high-level members. They couldn't believe their eyes.However, contrary to their expectations, the Grand Sorceress wasn't angry. Instead, she looked a bit guilty. She charmingly said, "Sir, I've been in seclusion. I just came out a few days ago, and things got a bit hectic. I genuinely forgot for a moment."The high-level members of the Mystic Arts Order were dumbfounded. What was going on