Chapter 103

Gerald narrowed his eyes, murderous intent hardening. "I told you to wear the shackles and apologize to the Wyatt family. Are you deaf?"

Dustin turned, staring at Gerald with chilling indifference, as if looking at a corpse. Gerald, oblivious, fumed at being ignored. "Wear the shackles and apologize to Lord Barbenheim," he growled, his voice dripping with menace. "Or I'll return with your head, and your family dies with you!"

Dustin merely looked at him as if he were an idiot—a ninth-grade fighter, overestimating his power. Ignoring Gerald, he turned to leave.

"Die!" Gerald roared, launching a killing blow.

Dustin heard the wind's whoosh but remained motionless. Gerald, enraged by this continued disregard, aimed a punch at Dustin's head. Suddenly, the air stilled. Shocked, Gerald found his fist seized, immovable despite his struggles.

His attacker, clad entirely in black, was faceless. One of Dustin's seemingly ordinary subordinates had blocked him! "Who are you?" Gerald demanded.

"My liege's servant," the figure replied coolly, simultaneously snapping Gerald's hand, bone piercing the skin.

The raw power stunned Gerald. This was a ninth-grade fighter, the pinnacle of martial prowess—an elite, rarely seen and always famous. Below sovereign-grade fighters, they were supreme. Terror gripped Gerald.

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Chapter 103 (Continued)

Besides this fighter, Dustin had several others similarly attired. Were they all ninth-grade fighters? The sheer number of such formidable guards was astonishing. Who was Dustin?

Gerald tried to flee, but his struggles were futile. Finally, overwhelmed, he gritted his teeth, twisting his body until his arm snapped free. The brutality made Ronald gasp.

Gerald's only thought was escape, but he froze. A hand pierced his chest, ending his life. Terror etched on his face, he fell.

"Deal with this," the guard instructed Ronald.

"U-Understood!" Ronald, finally shaking off his shock, nodded vigorously. He had to choose a side—Lord Barbenheim, openly ruling Grayvale, or the King of Hades, who ruled the underworld. He dared not guess which was stronger, but the King of Hades' entourage of mysterious, sovereign-grade guards swayed his decision. "Honoria is about to descend into chaos…" Ronald sighed.

Meanwhile, the Wyatt family villa blazed with light. The Wyatt sisters, along with servants, waited humbly at the entrance. Ceremonial guards arrived discreetly, a low-key approach that avoided commotion. Even so, the Wyatt family dared not offer anything less than perfect hospitality, all waiting nervously. Lord Barbenheim had arrived.