Patrick's lackeys nearly died of fright. They stared at Dustin as if he were a madman. Was he serious? They were only there to collect their owed money. Did Dustin really have to kill Patrick over a simple disagreement? "Get out of here!" he barked.

The lackeys fled, as if escaping a catastrophe.

Dustin's gaze fell upon Patrick's head on the floor. His thoughts drifted. 'The Harmon family...' Hell Hall's information conjured a vivid, bloody memory. Years earlier, during his grandfather's joyful birthday celebration, his mother held him close amidst the laughter. Then, intruders stormed their home, faces contorted with malice. A blade flashed, and his grandfather's head rolled onto the floor, marking the beginning of the Fox family massacre. The perpetrator? A member of the Harmon family—the Grayvale patriarch himself.

"Hell Guard, where are you?" Dustin called.

Two figures materialized instantly, bowing before him. "My Liege, we await your orders!"

"Clean this up," Dustin said flatly, then left.

Back at the security booth, Shawna and others rushed over, surprised to find him unharmed. "Where are Patrick and the others?" Shawna asked urgently.

"They left," Dustin said, smiling. "Reasonable people. I used logic, swayed them. They left sheepishly; they won't be back."

"What?" Shawna's eyes widened. The others exchanged skeptical glances. They couldn't imagine Patrick being either sensible or sheepish. It seemed impossible.

Yet, Patrick and his men never returned. For a moment, Shawna and the others stared at Dustin, bewildered. How had he persuaded Patrick to leave?

"The Harmon family won't give up. Even if they've left now, they'll return with more despicable tactics!" Shawna breathed, troubled.

"Leave this to me. I'll handle it," Dustin said, smiling.

"Leave it to you?" Shawna and the others looked at him doubtfully. A mere security guard dealing with the Harmon family?

"Logic works wonders. If I'm reasonable, I'm sure they'll understand," Dustin said, waving a hand and walking outside. "Dustin, don't overestimate yourself!" Shawna called after him, but he was already gone. She worried. "Call another ambulance—send it to the Harmon family villa. I think it'll be necessary." Shawna sighed, shaking her head.

At the Harmon family villa, the patriarch's birthday celebration was in full swing. Numerous guests filled the lively venue. The Harmon family, once less influential, had risen to prominence over the past twenty years, becoming one of Grayvale's top families.

Patriarch Ignatius Harmon sat in the place of honor, smiling as he received birthday wishes. He was immensely pleased with the event's scale and formality. 'If we hadn't participated in the Fox family's destruction, the Harmon family wouldn't be this prosperous,' he mused. He frowned slightly. "Is Patrick not here yet?" he asked.

"Dad, don't worry. He'll arrive in time with a grand birthday gift," Patrick's father reassured him. Ignatius nodded. Patrick, his only grandson, was spoiled. He feared something had befallen him, though the Harmon family's power made such a thing seem unlikely.

"Let's begin the banquet," Ignatius said, seeing most guests had arrived.

The band played, dancers performed, and the guests celebrated. Ignatius's banquet resembled a royal celebration. Guests took turns offering toasts and gifts.

"The Wickett family presents a gold teapot. A blessed birthday, Mr. Harmon!" "The Finn family presents this century-old ginseng!" "I present this vase..."

The gifts, rare treasures, piled high. Ignatius beamed. Everyone was eager to curry favor with the influential Harmon family.

Suddenly, Dustin stepped forward. "I am Dustin Fox, and I have a very special gift for you!" His voice cut through the music. Everyone turned, whispering about this unknown young man.

"The Fox family?" Ignatius froze. The name was a painful reminder. "Which Fox family? And what gift?" he asked.

"There is only one Fox family in Rivenesco," Dustin replied pointedly. "My gift is here." He tossed a wooden box onto Ignatius's table.

Ignatius's expression darkened, and he stood abruptly. It was clear Dustin intended to cause a scene. "Outrageous! Do you want to die?" someone yelled.

Dustin smiled, glaring at Ignatius. "Open it and see."

"Mr. Harmon, it might be a trap!" someone warned.

Ignatius scoffed, disdainful. He wasn't afraid of a "punk" like Dustin. He slammed his hand on the table, forcing it open. A severed head rolled out.

Ignatius paled. It was Patrick's.

The banquet erupted in chaos. Someone had beheaded Patrick and brought his head as a birthday gift.

Ignatius stared at the head, his eyes reddening with grief and rage. His fury exploded. "How dare you?!"

But Dustin remained calm. "Twenty years ago, you stormed the Fox family villa and beheaded my grandfather. Today, I've done the same to your grandson." He spoke indifferently. "That's not all. I want every member of the Harmon family to die!" His chilling words sent shivers through the room.

Ignatius's eyes widened. He knew which Fox family Dustin was from. "It's you! The last surviving descendant!"

"Yes. It's me," Dustin said, his eyes gleaming. "I am here for vengeance. I'm here to send you murderers to hell!"