Half an hour later, an SUV pulled up outside Russo Lounge. Dustin and Grace, adeptly disguised, emerged confidently. They were indifferent to the risk of their covers being blown.Russo Lounge, boasting a substantial size, had a line forming outside. Fortunately, Dustin and Grace navigated smoothly with the assistance of the undercover agents. They gained entrance without a hitch. Inside, the ambiance was raucous. It was illuminated by dazzling lights. A crowd of people danced enthusiastically to the music, unleashing their fervor. Dustin's expression soured. He wasn't one to relish in such a raucous setting."Why? Is the bar scene not your usual haunt?" Grace teased."I can only say that this place isn't my preference," Dustin replied. He'd prefer the serenity of home with a good book over the ordeal of such a locale."You should give it a shot sometime. Look at how joyously they dance," she suggested with a smile."The vibrant nightlife is but a fleeting spectacle. If ever
Dustin wordlessly ascended the stairs. Then, he sat across from Russo with his legs casually crossed. Russo's irritation flared at this unabashed display. "Hey! Kid! Who do you think you are? Did I invite you to sit?" He glared at Dustin, visibly annoyed."Are you Russo?" Dustin inquired straightforwardly, pouring himself a drink."Outrageous!""Bold!""How dare you address Mr. Vern directly? Are you out of your mind?" The entourage erupted in protest before Russo could respond. There were the sons of officials. They formed their own Hero Alliance. They often acted recklessly with a reputation that discouraged any challenges."I'm asking you, are you Russo?" Dustin was unfazed. He took a sip and repeated the question."You little ..."Anticipating a reaction, Russo raised his hand to halt his companion.He then sneered, "Kid, do you know who you're talking to? Calling me by my name—do you have a death wish?""It seems that you are Russo." Dustin nodded, placing his
The room echoed with a thunderous crash as Dustin forcefully drove Russo's head beneath the shattered remnants of the glass table. Blood adorned Russo's face, and his cries of pain reverberated through the room.A wave of surprise seized everyone. They were taken aback by the audacious assault on Russo. They tried to process the events. They wondered if Dustin possessed a death wish by taking on Russo.Russo, a scion of the great family with immense influence, commanded utmost respect. Even a slight disrespect risked catastrophic consequences. They thought that this kid was undoubtedly audacious."I'll ask again, where is Lisa?" Dustin demanded. His grip on Russo was unwavering. An ominous air enveloped him. Russo's face was adorned with glass shards. He winced in pain, rendering his ordinary features even more grotesque. "Damn it! How dare you touch me? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my dad is?" he bellowed. His voice was strained and furious. "Bastard! I warn you.
A crash echoed through the air. In a swift motion, Dustin's hand propelled the noble scion several feet away. He crashed heavily into the wall with an uncertain fate. The remaining nobles wore expressions of shock but refrained from expressing their anger.Dustin's martial prowess was apparent. They had no choice but to bide their time and suppress their indignation when faced with such a formidable opponent. Some astute individuals had already discreetly summoned reinforcements, anticipating Dustin's imminent demise."You wretch! How dare you break my hand? You're dead! Your whole family is dead!" Russo's face contorted as he roared furiously."I won't just break your hand. I'm going to break your leg too." Dustin showed no mercy. He raised his foot and stomped forcefully on Russo's knee. A resounding snap followed. Russo's knee bent in an unnatural direction. He let out a louder scream and writhed on the ground in pain."Where's Lisa? Hand her over," Dustin demanded, gripping
"Rowan! Quick, save me!" Russo yelled as reinforcements arrived."Huh?" Rowan squinted, visibly surprised. "Mr. Vern? How did you get into this mess?""Damn it! It's all this guy's doing!" Russo pointed at Dustin with resentment. "This audacious punk dared to break my limbs. Today, you must help me seek revenge!""Rest assured, Mr. Vern. Anyone who harms you won't leave this place today," Rowan said solemnly."You wretch! The Vern family's reinforcements are here. Even if you have supernatural abilities, you won't escape death today!" Russo grinned menacingly. "Of course, I can give you a chance if you don't want to die. Just kneel. Bow to me, and maybe I'll spare your life."Dustin's actions had sealed his fate. However, before killing him, Russo intended to humiliate his opponent to vent his pent-up anger."Where's the girl?" Dustin asked coldly. He ignored Russo and looked at Rowan."The girl?" Rowan suddenly laughed. "Kid, you're struggling with your own surv
"You knew object manipulation arts? Who the heck are you?" Rowan furrowed his brow. He assumed a stance that indicated that he was confronting a formidable adversary.The art of object manipulation was one of the Eight Miraculous Arts. It was an exceptionally rare skill beyond the reach of ordinary martial artists. Typically, those proficient in this art controlled one or two weapons at most. However, Dustin's ability to manipulate dozens of blades simultaneously was unheard of, making it evident that he was no ordinary opponent."You don't even qualify to ask for my name," Dustin retorted coldly. "Being a former captain of the Black Dragon Army and now working as a lackey here, you've truly brought shame to the Black Dragon Army.""Shut up! Who do you think you are? How dare you dictate to me? Even if you're skilled in object manipulation arts, so what? Countless extraordinary individuals have died under my blade, and today will be no exception. Prepare to die!" Rowan was fur
In the northern part of Millsburg, the headquarters of the Hero Alliance stood prominently. This alliance consisted of affluent and profligate young noble scions from West Lucozia who had come together. Their interactions were characterized by shared interests. In times of trouble, they offered mutual assistance. They possessed considerable influence that deterred most from challenging them. In their social circle, their call resonated with a resounding response.Within the assembly hall of the Hero Alliance, a group of extravagant profligates embraced their companions. They were immersed in a combination of drinks and dance. Various tables were adorned with unmentionable substances.As the festivities continued, some of them even leaned down, inhaling the mysterious white powder on the tables. Their bodies trembled instantly. Their pupils dilated. Their faces were filled with ecstasy as their mouths adorned with foolish smiles. It was as though they had entered a hallucinatory rea
With severed hands and feet, a face marred by glass shards, and blood flowing freely, Russo looked downright miserable."Mr. Linden! This matter is complicated. You must take this guy down right away!" Russo yelled."Release Mr. Vern, or I'll blow you to bits!" warned Aster with a fierce edge to his voice."Where's Lisa?" Dustin spoke coldly.His expression remained unchanged."Who the heck is Lisa? I've never heard of her. I command you to release him, or I'll spray you!" Aster pressed back on the gun, the bullets loading with a metallic click."Mr. Linden! This thing has serious firepower. Be careful not to hit me accidentally." Russo's eyes widened in fear.It was a shotgun, commonly known as a "sprayer" or the great equalizer. One shot unleashed hundreds of steel balls with immense power and caused wide-ranging destruction. If Aster fired, there was a high chance of collateral damage."Mr. Vern, rest assured. My marksmanship is precise. I guarantee you won't get hurt."