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."
In that critical moment, Dustin assumed the role of an untouchable otherworldly being. Despite the relentless firing and assaults from the profligates, not a single scratch landed on him. The two sides seemed to exist in different worlds as though they were separated by an insurmountable chasm."What in the world?" The profligates gazed at the strewn shell casings and the seemingly unaffected Dustin. They stood frozen with their faces etched with disbelief. They held their firearms, struck dumb in amazement. They had never imagined such a spectacle.Even an elephant would be turned into a hornet's nest with their firepower. They wondered how Dustin was left completely unscathed."What ... What's happening? What's that force shield?""Good grief! He can even evade bullets. Is this guy a human or a ghost?" The profligates were in a state of panic and fear. Some were trembling so violently that their guns dropped to the ground. While they had encountered numerous martial artis
As soon as he stepped inside the basement, Dustin’s face went cold. There were dozens of iron cages scattered throughout the basement, each holding one or two teenage girls. The girls, all stripped to the waist, wore expressions of pure terror. Most of them were covered in bruises, cuts, and other signs of abuse. It was a pitiful sight to behold. Two of the cages held the bodies of two young girls. They were curled in a fetal position. Their stench wafted through the air. They were left alone for too long, and their bodies had already become food for vicious rats.The sight ignited a surge of anger within Dustin. "Are you responsible for bringing all these people here?" His gaze turned sharply toward Russo."No ... I swear it's not me," Russo stammered, gesturing frantically. He explained, "Aster is the one behind this. He has a twisted obsession, deriving pleasure from tormenting these girls. Every month, he captures one or two slaves and locks them in the basement. It jus
Dustin walked out angrily as he emerged from the underground chamber. He noticed that the profligates in the meeting hall were sprawled on the floor, writhing in agony.Meanwhile, Grace stood silently near the entrance. "These guys never learn. They were just about to ambush me, so I gave them a little lesson," she said."Too lenient," he remarked, scanning the room. All the profligates had only lost a leg. It was a trivial consequence compared to the atrocities they committed."How about Lisa? Have you found her?" she asked."I found her in the basement. But she's not alone. There are dozens of innocent girls," he responded with a grim expression."Huh? What's going on?" Grace asked, puzzled."You'll know when you see it for yourself," Dustin replied without further explanation.Grace nodded and headed into the basement.Dustin then pulled out his phone and dialed a number. After a moment, Rodrigo entered with several female undercover agents, each carrying two suitcases.