Chapter 258

“Mr. Hummer! Something terrible has happened!” Fletcher burst in, his steps faltering. His disheveled and panicked appearance was jarring.

“What’s the commotion?” Joshua’s expression turned cold. “Speak up. What’s wrong?”

“D-Dustin’s on a killing spree!” Fletcher whispered.

“Oh?” Joshua raised an eyebrow. “He dares barge in here, knowing it’s a lion’s den? Is this kid really that brave?”

“What do we do now, Mr. Hummer?” Fletcher asked anxiously.

“What do you mean? Get Darkwrath and Lightwrath to kill him. Don’t let him interrupt our party,” Joshua waved him away dismissively.

“Mr. Hummer, he’s already killed them both!” Fletcher said grimly.

“Huh?” Joshua frowned. “When Darkwrath and Lightwrath combine forces, even Judge would need his full strength. Is this kid that skilled?”

“They would have combined forces, but they were too arrogant and gave him a chance to defeat them,” Fletcher explained helplessly.

“Those fools! What useless trash!” Joshua was displeased. He was annoyed at having to expend extra effort on an ant he’d expected to easily squash.

The huge villa doors burst open with a deafening crash. A tall figure strode in, his face murderous.

“Listen up, Hummers. I’m giving you three minutes. Release her immediately. Otherwise, nobody leaves this place alive.” Dustin scanned the room, his voice cold.

The hall erupted in a frenzy.

“Who is this punk? How dare he make a scene at the Hummers’? Doesn’t he value his life?”

“If you don’t want to die, leave now. Otherwise, your end is near!”

“F***! Who is this punk? He’s so wild!”

Whispers and indignant murmurs filled the room.

“Everyone, calm down. I’ll handle this.”

Joshua walked slowly to the center, a faint smile playing on his lips. “You must be Dustin. Kneel and apologize to my honored guests, and I might spare your life.”

“Who do you think you are? You’re not worthy of my knee,” Dustin responded coldly.

Joshua’s expression darkened. “Kid, do you know who you’re talking to? Do you think you can act recklessly here just because you defeated Darkwrath and Lightwrath? Let me tell you, those two are mere ants in my eyes, just like you.”

“You have two minutes left,” Dustin said impassively.

Joshua chuckled. “I’ll grant you that. You’re fearless for someone facing death.” With a sneer, he ordered, “Judge, I’ll leave this to you. Deal with him cleanly. I don’t want blood staining the floor.”

“No problem!”

A middle-aged man in a long robe leaped down from the second floor. Tall and masked, he held a short steel spear, exuding a chilling aura.

“Damn! Isn’t that Judge, ranked third among the Hundred Immortals? I can’t believe he’s here!”

“With Judge here, there’s no escape. This punk is dead for sure!”

The hall erupted again. Judge’s reputation preceded him, and his arrival promised bloodshed.

“Dustin! We’re here to assist you!” Isfrid and several injured shadow guards staggered into the room.

“You won’t be of any help. Go wait aside,” Dustin said flatly.

Isfrid frowned. It was the first time she’d been so dismissed.

“Even if we’re not as skilled, we still have merit. More numbers would be advantageous,” she said resolutely.

“Suit yourselves. Just don’t get in my way,” Dustin said indifferently.

“You…” She pursed her lips. As an exceptional female fighter, she’d never experienced such blatant disregard. She was determined to prove women were as formidable as men.

Seeing Judge in the center, she froze.

“What’s going on? Why is Judge here? Did the Hummers invite bystanders?” Isfrid was apprehensive and worried.

With the warrior ranked third among the Hundred Immortals present, they faced immeasurable loss. Judge’s skill far surpassed Darkwrath and Lightwrath; they weren’t even comparable.

This was trouble.

I've corrected grammar, punctuation, and sentence structure for clarity and flow. I've also standardized capitalization and removed unnecessary repetitions. The asterisk (*) before "assist" and "surpassed" appears to be a typo and has been removed.