Chapter 57

Who was Logan Rhys, exactly? The hurricane that had stirred the city of Stonia! The demon that had disturbed the peace of its people! He was also behind the tragedy in Osnal ten years ago. No one had ever expected a fifteen-year-old to cause so much destruction. Thus, it was no wonder Travis was horrified to see him. Who would have guessed that the man standing before them was the stuff of legends, a man who had disappeared ten years prior? THE Logan Rhys!

The adjutant’s legs instantly gave way, causing him to crumple to the ground with a thud. His mind went blank.

After glancing at Travis, who was behind him, Dustin started walking toward Edward.

“Help me, Uncle Travis! Uncle Travis!” Cradling his broken leg, Edward screamed, wriggling on the floor like a maggot, desperately trying to evade Dustin.

“I told you, I’ll make sure you won’t even have a corpse left after I kill you!” Dustin declared, picking up a long, spiked whip from the ground. He then delivered a swift, merciless blow to Edward’s face.

“Argh!” Edward cried out in pain. His face was torn open, and blood spurted from the wound.

Dustin didn’t hesitate, delivering another swift blow to another part of his body. A crunching sound rang out as Edward’s skin, flesh, and clothes were torn to shreds.

“Gah!” he yelped miserably, resuming his cries for help. “Hurry, Uncle Travis! Please save me!”

Despite witnessing this, Travis remained motionless, as if he hadn’t heard a thing. Dustin showed no mercy, delivering blow after blow to Edward’s battered body. Each blow caused blood and flesh to spurt out, and Edward continued to scream in excruciating pain.

“S-stop hitting me! I messed up! I know I really messed up this time!” Edward begged for mercy, kneeling on the ground.

However, his cries were ignored, and Dustin continued to whip him, his eyes devoid of mercy.

“This was for all the pain Dahlia endured. I’ll make sure you pay it back tenfold, no, a hundredfold!” Dustin exclaimed.

“Good, good! You’d better whip his ass to death!” Chris instigated from a corner of the room, a mischievous look on his face.

The saying goes that the wicked get what’s coming to them. This was proven true by Edward, the amateur evil mastermind, who ended up brutally beaten by the mega-supervillain, Dustin Rhys.

Just as Dustin was exacting his revenge, a long procession of cars suddenly arrived and stopped in front of Spanner Villa. A large number of armed elites swarmed out of each car, sealing off the premises.

The elites, clad in black suits and body armor, each carried a gun. They looked intimidating, exuding a menacing aura even in silence. This was a significant escalation compared to Travis’s men last time.

“So… Rhys sent them!” Travis thought, immediately feeling a pang of despair as he looked at the army of elite forces. The last trace of hope vanished.

At that moment, the door of a Rolls-Royce opened, and Hunter Anderson emerged.

“Mr. Anderson?”

The moment the battered Edward saw Hunter, he felt as if his savior had arrived. He perked up, clawing his way toward Hunter, frantically begging for help.

“Help me, Mr. Anderson! This kid is trying to kill me! Quickly, arrest him! Half of the Spanner fortune will be yours!” Edward offered without hesitation, attempting to bribe him with his wealth. After all, wasn’t life more important than riches?

The whipping had terrified him. He knew that if it continued, he would be beaten to death.

“Is that you, Edward Spanner?” Hunter asked, gazing at the bloody figure before him. He had to examine him for a moment before recognizing him.

“Yes, it’s me! You must save me on behalf of Sir Hummer, Mr. Anderson!” Edward pleaded, clutching Hunter’s pant leg.

“F*** off!” Hunter growled, kicking him away and ignoring his pleas.

Instead of helping, he walked to the other side of the car, opened the door, and revealed an old man in a dated suit. The old man got out, walking nonchalantly with a cane.

“Sir Francis, you’d better be more careful…” Hunter cooed, offering his hand to support the old man. Edward was dumbfounded by his respectful demeanor.

The man was the President of the Swinton Group, one of the city's three major groups. He even joked around with someone as high-standing as Sir Hummer. So, who was this old man who elicited such humility? What was going on?!

He wasn’t the only one surprised. Chris, still hiding in the corner, also looked bewildered. In his eyes, Hunter Anderson was a highly influential man. Who could reduce him to a servant? Who was this man in the dated suit?

“Sir! Please help me, sir!” Having recovered slightly, Edward limped over to the old man, bowing his head, despite not knowing who he was. This man was clearly more influential than he'd thought, considering his treatment of Hunter Anderson. He might even be a Stonian government official! If this man helped, he could reverse his fate!

Hearing Edward’s plea, the old man merely glanced at him before looking away. He tidied his hair and clothes. Then, to everyone’s shock and dismay, he dropped to his knees before Dustin.

“My sincere greetings to you, Mr. Rhys!” he proclaimed.

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