I'm surprised such a prodigy would actually show up in Grayvale! The middle-aged man stood up, his composure shattered. Dustin remained calm, slowly approaching the still-prostrate Ignatius.
"Where... where have you come from? Where did you learn such skills?" Ignatius demanded, agitated. Twenty years ago, the Fox family had been helpless against their massacre. Who could have foreseen Dustin's rise to such formidable power, overwhelming even an eighth-grade fighter?
"You eliminated the Cave family, didn't you?"
Dustin nodded indifferently. "That's right."
Ignatius paled, understanding that the Harmon family would not be spared.
"The Harmon family has talented people! We control the Western Forces and have a four-star general! We have power and influence!" Ignatius declared, his voice rising. "If you dare touch the Harmon family, you will die a painful death! Your loved ones will die with you!"
Dustin frowned. A four-star general was indeed highly influential in Lovellia, outranking even Nathan. This individual likely led the Western Forces, commanding significant military power.
"Dustin, if you bow and break your own legs, the Harmon family will swear not to harm your loved ones," Ignatius offered, seeing Dustin hesitate. Dustin laughed. Ignatius had mistaken Dustin's contemplation for fear; he was, in fact, strategizing the Harmon family's annihilation.
"The Harmon family will fall today. No one shall survive," Dustin stated evenly, advancing. His murderous rage intensified with each step, terrifying Ignatius. Ignatius couldn't comprehend Dustin's lack of fear regarding the four-star general.
"Where are the Western Forces? Attack!" Ignatius yelled. Reinforcements remained within the Harmon family villa.
The synchronized march of men burst in, shielding Ignatius, carrying powerful weapons and forming a protective cordon. They were elite guards dispatched by the general.
"Kill him!" Ignatius screamed.
Gunfire erupted, turning the banquet into chaos. Ignatius scoffed, believing Dustin, despite his strength, couldn't survive such a barrage. 'Explaining this to the higher-ups will be difficult, but manageable,' he mused.
After the shooting ceased, Ignatius searched for Dustin's corpse, finding nothing.
"Are you looking for me?" A voice behind him sent a shiver down his spine. Ignatius whirled around to find Dustin's boot crushing down on him. With a sickening thud, Ignatius was pinned to the floor, his head brutally forced into the wood, leaving a deep indentation.
"How is this possible?"
The floorboards groaned under the weight. The soldiers aimed at Dustin but didn't fire; their weapons were somehow destroyed. No one understood how Dustin had achieved this.
The middle-aged man stared, shaken. "Could he be..."