In an inconspicuous alley in Lannopolis’s downtown area, Elisa and Jaxon walked. The end of the alley was in sight, and they continued forward. “The entrance to the black market of Lannopolis is right this way.” Jaxon was Elisa’s guide as he pointed at the wall in front of them. When they approached it, Jaxon brought out a black card and swiped it at the wall. It let out a beep. “Permission to enter.” The wall parted to show a door. When they went in, they saw a different world. The black market was just as lively as the downtown area. “Black markets exist in every major city, and all sorts of people and organizations are gathered here, be they from the underground world or from the lawful society. The rules here are different from the outside world. It’s a mix of light and darkness,” said Jaxon as they continued walking. “Over here, you can find all sorts of things that are banned by law in the outside world. There aren’t any limitations here, so you can say it’s a place

“The black market’s rules state that except in self-defense, no one is allowed to kill anyone else in the black market. This person disregarded the rules and is showing blatant disrespect for you! He looks down on the entire black market!” Jaxon said accusingly. Ian pulled a long face at that. He turned to Dustin and gave off an intimidating aura. “Did you have your guards kill this person?” he asked as if he was interrogating Dustin. Dustin looked at Ian and said nothing. “It’s him, alright! Plenty of people saw it too! They are our witnesses!” Elisa cried out. “Captain Wilson, arrest this person and sentence him for his crimes! Punish him!” Ian glared at Elisa in displeasure. “I know how to do my job.” With that said, he waved his hand. The law enforcers immediately moved forward and surrounded Dustin. “If you say nothing, we will have to sentence you to death,” Ian said impatiently. Dustin chuckled and stared at him. “Do you recognize me?” Dustin asked. Ian

Orville was terrified out of his wits. Who would not be when the King of Hades was mad? “Mr. Fox asked you a question!” shouted the Hell Guard beside Dustin. Thud! Orville fell to his knees and did not dare to look up. “I’m sorry, Mr. Fox! Please forgive me!” he said in a trembling voice. In an instant, everyone fell silent. Some people’s jaws fell slack in dumbfounded shock. Others froze up. Elisa and Jaxon were among them. Their minds were completely blank. Orville was a person of high status in Hell Hall! Considering the organizations in Lannopolis, he was basically someone who could practically bring the whole place to its knees! But Orville apologized to Dustin, and he even looked terrified doing it! How could this be possible? No one could believe what they were seeing. What sort of status did Dustin have to make Orville respect him so much? “What’s going on? This is impossible!” Elisa was about to tear her hair out in frustration. Why was Dustin

“How much are you offering?” he asked. “Twenty million.” Jaxon raised two fingers. “Oh? You’re offering twenty million for a mediocre martial artist?” Frost’s voice betrayed no emotion. “This person is involved in my sister’s disappearance, and he might have taken advantage of her before killing her. If you can kill him, I can offer more on top of the twenty million!” Jaxon’s face was filled with hate. “I accept this deal on behalf of God’s Lance,” Frost said coolly. Then, in a threatening tone, he said, “You must ensure that the information you provided is accurate and true. If what is provided is largely inaccurate, and you’ve caused a huge loss to our organization, I’ll hold you accountable for it.” As the ace assassin of the third-greatest assassination organization in the world, he had his own way of doing things. “Don’t worry. The information we provided is accurate and true. If it’s not, we’ll compensate for it.” Jaxon promised with a thump to his chest. “But you hav

Frost swung his arm down. Bang! The sniper fired. The huge bullet shot forward like a cannonball and went straight for Dustin’s car. Bang! The car immediately exploded, and the flames shot into the sky. “No one can possibly survive that blast. Even sovereign grade fighters will be burnt to a crisp!” Frost watched through his binoculars and muttered to himself. “These days, who even bothers to fight hand-to-hand, anyway? Times have changed,” said the sniper with a grin and got up. “Let’s go get our money, guys,” Frost said with a smile. After packing up, they got ready to leave. Suddenly, alarm bells rang in Frost’s mind. He felt as if a predator had fixed its eyes on him. Immediately, he looked northwest, and his eyes widened. His other teammates looked over as well, and their faces changed. Was he not the target? Why was he not dead?! Dustin and his Hell Guard stood across from them with indifferent faces. They sized them up. “When have the assassins from