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.
Dustin's voice rang out, filled with an unyielding determination, "Bring out the leaders, Aster and Russo. The rest can be killed.""Understood," Rodrigo responded promptly.His blade rose to cleanse the room of its corrupt occupants.Chaos erupted in the meeting hall. Cries, pleas, and threats filled the air as the entitled profligates faced their impending demise."Please, spare my life! I'm wealthy, incredibly wealthy! Name your price, and I'll pay whatever you want!""You punk! My dad is a deputy general with a vast army. If you harm me, he'll shred you into pieces!""Good sir, spare my life! It's a mistake. As long as you let me go today, I promise unimaginable wealth and prosperity!"Faced with the imminent threat of life and death, the once arrogant profligates now wore expressions of fear and panic. At that moment, their former audacity had been completely stripped away.However, Dustin remained unmoved. He observed silently.Rodrigo and the undercover agents showed no
Dustin closed the door quietly, allowing Lucas and Lisa the time and space they needed for their heartfelt reunion. For most people, the aftermath of such an experience would take a considerable amount of time to erase the haunting memories."Logan, what are your thoughts on what happened today?" Grace asked, breaking the silence as she studied the man beside her."I'd eradicate every last scum like them if I could." His tone held an icy determination.She said solemnly, "West Lucozia is larger than Oakvale. What occurred today is likely not an isolated incident. In places beyond our view, there may be more people suffering oppression and hardship."She went on, "With your current abilities, you can save one or two, maybe even ten or a hundred. But you can't save thousands or tens of thousands.""What do you mean?" Dustin raised an eyebrow."I know you don't like authority and that you lean more toward the martial world, but some things require a high position. Vermin like th
Under the shroud of midnight, a sleek black SUV screeched to a sudden stop at the Vern residence. The car door swung open, tossing out a weighty burlap sack saturated in blood, potentially containing a person."Hey! What the heck are you doing?" The guards stationed at the Vern residence entrance swiftly detected the anomaly and shouted at the vehicle.The black SUV roared to life, swiftly departing from the scene.The guards cautiously approached, nudging the sack with their feet. The burlap sack quivered, revealing a face stained with blood. It was Russo who was severely injured and hovering on the brink of death."H-Help ... S-Save me ... P-Please save me ..." Russo groaned, his life hanging by a thread.Upon closer scrutiny, the guards' expressions underwent a dramatic shift. "It's Mr. Russo! Quick, get him to the hospital!" Without hesitation, the guards rushed the critically injured Russo to the hospital for immediate attention.Soon, the entire Vern family was plunged
Russo's countenance reflected weakness as he explained, "I don't know ... I'm not familiar with that person."But he's connected to the Ashen family. He came after me to rescue a woman named Lisa Ashen.""Ashen family? Lisa Ashen?" Reuben's face darkened, prompting him to issue a swift command. "You've got an hour. Fetch Lisa and her family immediately. We need to extract the truth from them!""Yes, sir!" Acknowledging the order, the Vern family members dispersed promptly. In the heart of Celestria in West Lucozia, the Vern family commanded substantial influence. Beyond their wealth and prosperity, Reuben, as the family patriarch, held the dual roles of city general and commander of a formidable army numbering over ten thousand. His authority, which entailed control over the lives and deaths of ordinary citizens, was unquestionable.Seeing Russo battered and bruised, Reuben was resolute. He was determined to capture the assailant and ensure severe consequences for anyone as