Chapter 17

"How did it go?" Delia's sisters asked as soon as she arrived home.

"Dustin doesn't know what's good for him! He refused to tell me how to treat Eli!" Delia said angrily.

Elisa snickered. "Is this Dustin's way of seeking revenge against the Wyatt family? What a joke! He'd rather die than make a deal with us?" Amara added nonchalantly, "Then he can go to hell."

"By now, Alvin should be on his way to the Langley family villa with his men. Plenty of people can put Dustin in his place!"

Under the cover of darkness, a motorcade sped down the road. Alvin, in the lead car's backseat, sat grim-faced. One hand was bandaged; the other hung in a sling. He was the eldest son of the Williams family of Honora, a graduate of one of Lovellia's top medical schools, and a former student of a renowned physician. He'd come to Rivenesco with his teacher, hoping to meet the Medical Sage and receive guidance. This favor for Delia was his attempt to forge a connection. He never anticipated his knightly efforts would end in such humiliating defeat. He'd been publicly beaten and embarrassed.

After leaving Moon Pavilion, Alvin immediately contacted his family, assembling a group of elite Williams family fighters. Upon their arrival, he led them directly to the Langley family villa. He couldn't swallow the insult; revenge was essential. As the eldest son, he'd never suffered such injustice.

"Did you investigate thoroughly? Who is Dustin Fox?" he asked slowly.

Someone beside him replied, "Sir, Dustin is insignificant. An orphan the Wyatt family took in, he achieved nothing in his ten years with them. That's why they expelled him. He has no impressive background."

Alvin's face darkened. "Just trash the Wyatts discarded?" He couldn't believe a nobody, a piece of trash, had beaten him—a 10th-dan karateka.

"That's all you found?" Alvin was disappointed.

"Sir, we hired one of Lovellia's top three intelligence agencies. They're infallible. All the information on Dustin Fox is here." The person placed a laptop in front of Alvin, displaying a brief profile.

Alvin skimmed it, frowning. Even this exceptional agency hadn't uncovered everything.

"Dustin Fox is no ordinary person," Alvin said coldly. "But he provoked me. It doesn't matter what he's hiding!"

A short time later, the Williams family motorcade screeched to a halt. Alvin lurched forward. His anger exploded.

"What's going on?" he yelled.

"Sir, someone's ahead."

"What?" Alvin peered through the window. A lone figure stood motionless in the middle of the road. Squinting, he recognized the face in the car's headlights.

"It's him!" Alvin's eyes widened in a sneer. It was Dustin Fox, deliberately blocking his path.

Alvin flung open the car door and exited. Footsteps echoed in the night. Ten luxury cars, carrying over thirty Williams family fighters, followed. Each was highly skilled in martial arts, powerfully built, and heavily armed. Their presence amplified Alvin's commanding aura.

"You knew I was coming, Dustin Fox?" Alvin asked, raising an eyebrow as he stopped near Dustin.

Dustin remained indifferent, his gaze shifting from Alvin to the assembled men. "I see the Williams family's Blackguard has undergone rigorous training. Each man fights with the strength of ten," Dustin said calmly.

"Oh? You know of my family's Blackguard?" Alvin scoffed, a mocking laugh escaping his lips. He wasn't surprised; the Blackguard's infamy was well-known.

"What a shame after so many years of hard work" Dustin shook his head.

Alvin frowned. "What are you saying?"

"It's a shame they'll all die here!" Dustin's face was stony.

Alvin stared, then mocked him. Thirty Blackguard members, each equivalent to ten men, meant a force exceeding three hundred! Taking them down was no easy feat. He dismissed Dustin's words as absurd.

"You have skills, I'll grant you that. But it doesn't matter how powerful you are. Against the Blackguard, there's only one outcome: death!"

With a gesture, the thirty Blackguards prepared. Alvin's command would unleash them on Dustin.

"Beg for mercy, break your own limbs. If I'm in a good mood, I might spare you!" Alvin laughed.

"Kill me?" Dustin scoffed, his gaze icy. "Try."

Alvin's face hardened. "You'll learn your lesson! Blackguard, attack!"

Alvin expected fear, but Dustin's expression didn't waver. As the Blackguard lunged a whistling sound cut through the night. Several black figures appeared behind Dustin—less than ten, all cloaked in black, even more so than the Blackguard.

"So, you're not ordinary after all!" Alvin chuckled, unsurprised. He'd suspected Dustin held something back. But did it matter? He remained undeterred.

"Tell me, what organization are you from?" Alvin asked tauntingly.

"You're not worthy of knowing," Dustin replied indifferently.

Alvin stiffened, anger flaring. No one had ever dared such arrogance. No one had faced the Blackguard unfazed.

Alvin laughed, his gaze sharpening. "Kill him!"

The Blackguard attacked with overwhelming ferocity. The sight alone would terrify most. Alvin was confident; they outnumbered Dustin three to one. There was no way Dustin could win.

"I'll give you thirty seconds," Dustin said calmly.

The whistling sound returned as the figures behind Dustin surged forward with lightning speed. In an instant, the two groups clashed. Moments later, Alvin's face froze, his eyes widening.

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