The night grew dark as rain poured down. The streets were empty, as there was no one around.

Just then, a fleet of black Hummer vehicles drove in at high speed, splashing puddles of water. The vehicles pulled up at the entrance of a hospital building.

As the car doors opened, a group of burly, muscular men got out.

One of them was smoking a cigar.

He was a large and muscular man with a beard, more than six feet tall, at least a head above normal men. His arms and thighs were bulging with muscle.

"Guild master! That man is still inside, he never left." The last assassin pointed to one of the floors of the building.

He had been lying in wait for support to arrive as he spied on Dustin.

"I expected that you could handle this guy on your own. Why do I still have to be personally involved?" The bearded man narrowed his eyes with displeasure.

He was the guild master of the White Dragon guild!

"Guild master, don’t underestimate that guy. He took us down as easily as dominoes!