In the afternoon, several black SUVs abruptly screeched to a halt right in front of the entrance to Park Place. The doors opened, and the first to get out was a young man dressed in bright-colored clothes. With his handsome features and lofty demeanor, he carried an imposing presence. Following behind him were a group of martial artists clad Watching their departing figures, Stephan shouted out, "Inform Mrs. Harmon immediately!" in eccentric uniforms, each of them emanating an intimidating air with their controlled breaths. It was evident that they were far from ordinary. "This is the Harmon family's territory. All of you, leave immediately!" the two bodyguards by the entrance warned them. "Too loud." With a wave of his hand, the two bodyguards flew away as blood spurted from their mouths. It was as if they were hit by a speeding car. The group of people then strutted into Park Place. In the hall, Natasha was enjoying tea, and a copy of a financial report was in her hands. These

Suddenly, she clapped. Right on cue, a group of domineering martial artists clad in all-black gear strode in proudly. Taking the lead was a woman with short hair. She had striking features that gave her a cool look. Because of her tight-fitting outfit, her figure appeared exceptionally curvaceous and left an impact. Jennifer said impassively, "This is Isfrid. She leads team five of the Harmon family's shadow guards and is highly skilled. Bring her team with you so you have each other's backs." "Mrs. Harmon, forgive me for my bluntness, but our team is enough to ensure Ms. Harmon's safety. Why do we need to involve outsiders?" Isfrid gave Dustin a contemptuous once over. "Team five is well trained, and our teamwork is unparalleled. Having our members are more than enough to save Ms. Harmon. We can't afford to bring along baggage since it will make the operation riskier. I hope you will reconsider, Mrs. Harmon." "Dustin is a good fighter, and the Hummer family asked for him personall

"How weak." Isfrid wore a disdainful expression as she scanned her surroundings. "Anyone else?" "Interesting …" Leering at her curvaceous figure, Darkwrath licked his lips in excitement. "Hey, pretty lady, let me have a taste of you!" As he spoke, his toes tapped the ground, propelling him forward like a ghostly shadow. His body flickered in and out of existence, making it hard to figure out his movements. Isfrid bellowed, "Die!" With a flick of her sword, two blades that were both swift and deadly danced forward. Just as her attack was about to hit their target, Darkwrath suddenly vanished from thin air. "Hey, pretty lady, where are you looking?" She heard a sinister voice behind her, and her expression changed slightly. Without looking back, she thrust her sword backward. She was fast, but Darkwrath was faster, and her sword sliced through the empty air. Taking advantage of her distraction, Darkwrath grabbed her butt forcefully. Chuckling obscenely, he remarked, "Soft and sup

"Uh … " Isfrid was bewildered at the sight of the head beside her feet. Who would have imagined that the mighty and incomparable Darkwrath would be killed so easily? He was ranked eighth of The Hundred Immortals! He had decapitated the entirety of team five on his own. It was preposterous for him to be killed with one strike of the sword. "What?" Looking at the headless body, Fletcher was taken aback as well. He knew Dustin was strong but didn't realize he was that strong. With just a strike of his sword, he killed Darkwrath, ranked eighth of The Hundred Immortals. It seemed like only Judge, who was ranked third, would be able to suppress his formidable strength. "You … you killed my brother?" Lightwrath finally stood. His pale face appeared ghastly. He allowed his brother to play his game of cat and mouse without intervening since victory was within reach. He didn't expect a highly skilled martial artist to be hidden among them. On top of that, that highly skilled martial artist u

"Kiddo! I'm giving you two options. Either you kneel before Mr. Hummer or die!" Judge's tone was frosty, and his gaze was stagnant like a pool, calm and impassive. He'd been killing since he was ten and had a body count of hundreds, if not thousands. "I choose death. Come at me if you can." Dustin beckoned him forward with his finger. "How insolent!" Judge's gaze turned increasingly frosty as he launched his spear forward. Like a canon, it shot straight for Dustin's chest. Dustin stood unmoved and grabbed the spear, flinging it back. With a sharp whistle, it shot back out toward Judge with greater speed. Judge sneered and mirrored Dustin's stance, grabbing his own spear. However, as soon as he grabbed hold of it, it was as if he was struck by lightning. He staggered backward, his feet skidding along the ground, leaving deep imprints with each step. "How could this be?" Judge's expression changed, and he exerted his entire strength in an attempt to stop the momentum of his steel sp