Chapter 106

In a beautiful villa, Duane spoke with a young man in luxurious clothing. Two armed female bodyguards stood behind the man, their presence unapproachable.

“Duane, what’s this gemiphen you’re talking about? Is it really that powerful?” Oliver Williams sipped his coffee.

“Mr. Williams, I can assure you of its effects. I’ve personally taken the pill!” Duane boasted confidently. “A gemiphen pill saved my life when I was near death from internal injuries. I’m not exaggerating when I say this medicine could heal almost anything!”

“Talk is cheap. Where’s the pill? Let me see it.” Oliver extended his hand.

“Due to gemiphen’s rarity, I don’t have one with me.”

“Are you joking? You called me here in the dead of night for a deal. How could you not be prepared?” Oliver’s eyes narrowed.

“Mr. Williams, please calm down. I would never offend you. One of my men is en route with the prescription. He’ll be here soon,” Duane said soothingly.

“For your sake, I hope so. Do you know the consequences of toying with a member of the Boulderthorn guild?” Oliver impatiently tapped the table.

“Of course, Mr. Williams. Once I receive the prescription, I’ll begin production immediately and give you the first batch of gemiphen,” Duane replied.

“That’s better.” Oliver nodded. “I’ll put in a good word with my father. He might support you if he’s in a good mood!”

“Thank you, Mr. Williams! I won’t let you down!” Duane smiled.

According to his research, gemiphen could heal severe internal injuries and accelerate martial artists’ training. Properly marketed, martial artists worldwide would be interested. That’s why Duane contacted the Boulderthorn guild.

As one of the South’s top guilds, Boulderthorn’s influence was vast. Their hundreds of thousands of members held top positions in politics, the military, and business. An exclusive contract to supply gemiphen to the Boulderthorn guild would multiply his wealth immensely.

Being the top dog in Millsburg wouldn’t be a far-fetched dream.

“Duane, don’t get ahead of yourself. For my father’s support, you must continuously supply us with gemiphen. Secondly, loyalty is paramount. Understand?” Oliver said sternly.

“I’ll remember your advice, Mr. Williams!” Duane nodded.

Their conversation was interrupted by a commotion from the gardens—a cacophony of curses and cries of pain.

“What’s going on?” Duane frowned.

A bodyguard burst in, pale-faced.

“Boss, someone trespassed!”

“What?” Duane’s expression darkened. “Who dared trespass on my property?”

“It’s too dark to identify the intruder. He came alone,” the bodyguard mumbled.

“What’s wrong with you all? Can’t you handle one person?” Duane roared.

“Boss, he was too powerful! Our men couldn’t subdue him!” the bodyguard cried.

The man infiltrated the villa like a shadow, his movements agile and attacks ruthless. No number of bodyguards could stand against him; a flick of his finger sent them flying like leaves.

“He must be a martial artist?” Duane scratched his chin. “Many martial artists are in Swinton, but few are my equal. They have their own guilds and rarely appear except for important occasions. They wouldn’t trespass without reason.”

“Boss, you should flee for your safety!” the bodyguard advised.

“Flee?” Duane scoffed. “How can I show my face if a simpleton can chase me from my own villa?”

“But—that man is too powerful! What if—” the bodyguard stammered.

“Enough. I’m curious to see his abilities myself!” Duane was unfazed. He’d been trained in martial arts since childhood. How could he back down from a challenge?

“Duane, you seem troubled. Need my help?” Oliver asked knowingly.

“Just a small inconvenience, Mr. Williams. Don’t bother yourself.” Duane chuckled. “Wait a moment; I’ll be back shortly.”

He bowed slightly and left.

Since someone issued a direct challenge, he had to accept it. Otherwise, it would insult years of training.

Outside, a white-clad silhouette—Dustin—walked toward the villa. Numerous armed bodyguards surrounded him, attacking fruitlessly; they were moths to a flame. With each step, the swirling energy around Dustin blew away any guards who got close. Howls and cries of pain rang out as he walked past them nonchalantly. The lucky ones suffered broken limbs; the unlucky died instantly. None could withstand his aura.

Duane’s men could only watch from afar, too afraid to approach, their eyes fixed on him as if he were a monster. Fully trained bodyguards, they’d expected an easy task. Who could have anticipated complete defeat at the hands of one man?

Dustin reached the villa’s main doors, leaving a trail of corpses. Taking a deep breath, he roared, “Duane, come out and meet your maker!”