That had never happened in Lannopolis's black market before. Dustin's challenge to the black market's leader was terrifying. Even long afterward, no one dared speak of it. Elisa and Jaxon were speechless, having expected the law enforcers to punish him. Who could have imagined he would kill them, including the captain? Was murder all he considered? Did he possess no sense at all?

"Who else are you going to call? Summon them," Dustin said coldly.

Jaxon's face shifted rapidly. He sneered, "Go and bring the manager of the black market here!"

The black market manager held the highest position, symbolizing great status and immense power as a representative of Hell Hall. If Dustin dared attack him, death was certain. Even a first-ranked organization, offending Hell Hall, would be destroyed. No matter how strong Dustin was, he was insignificant compared to such an organization.

"Dustin, I'll prepare your coffin," Elisa said darkly, laughing. She was sure he couldn't escape this time.

Soon, rumors of the pharmacy incident spread, shocking many. A crowd surrounded the pharmacy, making escape impossible. Then, an intimidating voice cut through the air: "All those unrelated to the case, move aside!"

The crowd parted. A sullen middle-aged man, Orville Wane, walked forward, hands behind his back, followed by several Hell Hall members. "Mr. Wane!" The people greeted him respectfully. He was Lannopolis's black market manager; disrespect was suicidal.

"Mr. Wane, this hooligan barged into my pharmacy, injured my guards, and killed one! Captain Wilson and his enforcers came to arrest him, but this insolent bastard killed them too!" Jaxon cried, "You must punish him to protect Hell Hall's reputation!"

Orville's face darkened. He wanted to see who dared commit such acts. His gaze fell on Dustin, and he was stunned. He rubbed his eyes, then felt a chill run down his spine. He shuddered. He started to speak, but Dustin's icy glare silenced him. Orville nearly bit his tongue to prevent himself from speaking further. Fear gripped him; his face drained of color. Dustin was the King of Hades, the leader of Hell Hall! He'd heard Dustin brought Hell Guards to Lannopolis; apparently it was true. The thought of someone offending Dustin in his black market terrified him.

"So, what happened here?" Dustin asked coolly.

"They're... just part-timers..." Orville stammered.

"Are they now?" Dustin chuckled, looking at the bodies. Orville wasn't lying; Hell Hall wouldn't recruit such weak martial artists.

"Lannopolis is near the border; we don't pay much attention. I lacked manpower, so I hired some outsiders..." Orville said softly.

"And you allow them to do such things? Do you even train them?" Dustin snapped, glaring.

"He snapped at Mr. Wane!" Elisa and Jaxon were shocked again. "He's so dead! He's marching to his death! No one can save him!" Elisa sneered.