Chapter 815

Torres' dagger was made of darksteel, which was virtually indestructible.

Stabbing someone with the dagger should have been like a knife cutting through butter. Then, why had he not been able to harm Dustin? Who exactly was he?

"Are you still going to put up a fight?" Dustin slowly turned around to face him, his gaze sharp.

"Go to hell!"

Torres took a step back, creating distance between them. At the same time, he threw a volley of poisoned darts at Dustin. They rained down on him instantly.

With a cold expression, Dustin simply brushed them away with a wave of his hand.

With a whoosh, Dustin reflected all the darts at Torres.

Unable to dodge in time, most of the poisoned darts hit Torres. He fell to the ground on the spot.

As he tried to get up, Dustin placed his foot on Torres' chest, pinning him. Torres could not move.

"Spill! Who on earth are you?" Dustin looked down at him, an impassive look in his eyes.

"I'm someone you cannot afford to cross. So get the hell off me an