Chapter 42 (+25 Bonus)

With a wave of his hand, the Zimmer family's elite fighters lunged at Dustin and Drake. Dustin remained unmoved, but Drake reacted instantly. A single strike sent the elite fighters coughing up blood and collapsing.

"What?!" The Zimmer family members gasped.

Klein scowled, his gaze fixed on Drake. He hadn't been paying attention, but Drake's strength was undeniable.

"Who are you?" Klein demanded.

"A loyal servant of My Liege," Drake replied coolly.

"Who?" Klein exclaimed.

"Drake, I didn't authorize you to speak," Dustin said, displeased.

Drake immediately knelt before Dustin. "Please forgive me!"

This further shocked the Zimmer family. This immensely powerful fighter showed such deference to Dustin? Who was Dustin, to command such respect?

Klein's face hardened. "Who are you?" he asked, addressing Dustin.

"I'm not obligated to tell you," Dustin replied impatiently.

Klein frowned, then rose. "I don't care who you are. You injured my grandson; you will pay!"

He prepared to attack. The Zimmer family watched, excited. In his youth, Klein had been a renowned fighter. He'd retired to build his business empire, leaving his skills dormant for years. His return would dramatically increase the family's power.

As Klein stood, his demeanor shifted. He was a lion awakened from its slumber, exuding an intimidating aura.

Dustin chuckled, pulling out a chair and settling down as if to watch a show.

Klein's face was impassive. Loud cracks echoed from his body as he focused on Dustin, poised to strike. But Drake was faster. Drake's lightning-fast movement shocked the Zimmer family, even Klein.

In a fraction of a second, Drake stood before Klein, his fist inches from Klein's forehead.

The Zimmer family was speechless. One more inch, and Klein would have been struck.

Klein was stunned. Despite his past prowess and renowned reputation, he couldn't react to the attack.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The rosewood chair and table beside Klein shattered. The Zimmer family was dumbstruck. Fear filled Klein's eyes. He knew Drake could have easily killed him. Cold sweat drenched his back.

"Such power is rarely seen," he thought, his emotions swirling.

He glanced at Dustin, who sat with a faint smile. Klein trembled. Drake was merely his servant. Who possessed such a powerful retainer? The thought was unbelievable.

"Father, are you alright?" a worried Zimmer family member asked.

Klein gestured that he was fine, then made a decision. He bowed to Dustin. "We were wrong."