At the drill ground of a military base. Dustin had been chained to a pillar by several thick chains made of darksteel, which was extremely malleable yet also durable. The blazing sun shone down on him, and he was surrounded by a troop of armed forces. They scrutinized his every action warily. Dustin didn't seem bothered by it. He merely allowed himself to remain chained, looking poker-faced. His calmness surprised the soldiers—any ordinary person would've peed their pants long ago. It seemed there was something special about him. "So, you're Dustin Rhys?" At this moment, a man in a deputy general's uniform walked over with a troop of soldiers behind him. He had a beer belly and a round face. "Don't tell me you captured me without even knowing who I am," Dustin said coolly. "Cut the crap! Answer the general's question!" one of the military officers roared. "Fine. Yes, I'm Dustin Rhys." "Good, good …" The man nodded. "Since we didn't get the wrong guy, let's start by giving h
Each of the burly man's whips landed with a loud crack; they could be heard from miles away. Jade laughed derisively at the sound and exclaimed, "He's doing a great job!" Dustin had been so obnoxious the night before, crashing the Hummer Villa and slaughtering their men. She had to make him pay for it! "Jade, you must've been exaggerating when you said this brat was hard to deal with." The round-faced man snorted. "Look, he's nothing more than a prisoner with his life in my hands." "He's an extremely powerful martial artist, just so you know. There were several people at the Hummer Villa last night, but none stood a chance against him." Jade was still shaken from the previous night's events. "Ha. No matter how powerful he is, he's only a martial artist. Do you think he'll be able to withstand my troops?" The round-faced man looked contemptuous. "Over the years, the military's captured plenty of martial artists renowned for their prowess. Still, haven't they ultimately yielded to
"What?" The round-faced man stared at Dustin, who was cool as a cucumber, in shock. He knew very well how much the steel whip could withstand and how much pain it could cause. Not even the strongest of men could take more than ten whips in one go, yet Dustin looked perfectly fine after enduring more than that. In fact, he'd made three whips shatter. What the hell was going on? "Brat, what sort of sorcery do you have going on?" he snarled. "Look, cut the crap and do what you need to." Dustin yawned. His nonchalance made the round-faced man's blood boil. "Fucking hell. I'd like to see you survive this!" The round-faced man swiped his subordinate's sword and swung it at Dustin. There were two loud clangs as the blade came into contact with Dustin's body twice; he was fine, but the blade became chipped. "Is that—is that an Adamantine Shield?" Jade's eyes widened. As a member of the martial world, she immediately realized what was up. The fact that Dustin could make himself impermeabl
"Are those chains enough to keep him bound? He's a lot more powerful than he seems. What if he really breaks free?" Jade asked. "Don't worry. Our chains are all forged from darksteel and are designed to withstand any force. Not even an elephant would be able to break free, let alone a human. Now that he's bound, he won't be able to get away from them without the key!" the round-faced man said confidently. He'd seen his fair share of powerful martial artists; none of them had successfully broken free from the darksteel chains. "Well, that's good to know." Jade sighed in relief. However, the words were barely out of her mouth when she heard the sound of the chains breaking. She whipped around to look at Dustin—he'd only stretched, but the chains already lay at his feet in pieces. "What the fuck?" The round-faced man was so shocked that he dropped his pastry. Jade also looked dumbfounded. What happened to the chains being made of darksteel and able to withstand any force? How could
"Huh?" General Jenkins and Jade were stunned as they watched Bloodbest suddenly drop to his knees. They looked at each other, taken aback. What was he doing? He was perfectly fine just a moment ago, so why was he kneeling on the floor now? Was he saying a prayer before he tortured him? Compared to the others' surprised expressions, the skinny man appeared terrified, his face drenched in cold sweat. As a student of the Executioner, he couldn't possibly be oblivious to the true meaning of the kirin tattoo. In the entire world, the black kirin tattoo was one of a kind. Not to mention, it had already become a symbol of power! No wonder that person looked familiar. No wonder he dared to call the Executioner by his real name. It turned out that this person was the Kirin of the Rhys family, who almost incited chaos that could have devastated an entire nation ten years ago! Shit! What kind of sins had he committed? He'd actually run into a harbinger of doom of this magnit
General Jenkins puffed out his chest and declared arrogantly, "I am none other than the Deputy General of the White Tiger Army, under the command of Chief General Spanner. No matter who that bastard may be, I can take him down easily. Just wait and see!" As soon as he finished speaking, his phone ringtone began blasting. The first phone call came in. "Hello, General Jenkins. This is Hunter Anderson speaking. You've captured someone you shouldn't have. You should let him go immediately. Maybe you can still save yourself." "Who the fuck do you think you are? How dare you order me around? Fuck off!" General Jenkins replied, promptly ending the call. "Seems like someone called to beg for Dustin's life," Jade said sarcastically. She'd long predicted something like it would happen. "Hmph, they think they can get him out of my hands? It's not going to be that easy!" General Jenkins pursed his lips. With the backing of the Grant family, only a handful of people in the entire Southern
The moment Adjutant General Damon saw General Jenkins, without uttering a single word, he delivered him a resounding slap. General Jenkins was left dazed, taking quite some time to recover from the impact. He'd welcomed Adjutant General Damon with a smile, but the man fucking responded with a slap instead. That was crossing the line! "Adjutant General Damon, what is the meaning of this?!" General Jenkins' face darkened, his gaze turning hostile. Even if he was Christopher's adjutant general, it didn't mean he had a free pass to humiliate him. After all, Chief General Spanner was backing him. In terms of rank, he held an even higher position than Christopher! "General Jenkins, that slap was a lesson for you," Adjutant General Damon said with a cool expression. "You should not have captured Mr. Rhys. Release him now, or you'll have to bear the consequences!" "Are you threatening me?" General Jenkins snorted. "Damon, you're nothing but an old general's dog. What right do you h
General Jenkins' men started to face off against the Murray family's army. Instantly, the tension in the air gave way to murderous intent. "Go in and save him!" Adjutant General Damon immediately ordered. "No, you won't!" General Jenkins blocked the way with his body. He then pulled out a gun from his waist. "Anyone who dares take a step forward will be shot!" "You can try." Without a trace of fear, Adjutant General Damon stalked ahead. "You're fucking testing me!" General Jenkins gritted his teeth, fury filling his eyes. Just as the two sides were in the midst of battle, several military helicopters suddenly materialized in the sky. Whizzing through the air, they finally stopped, hovering above everyone's heads. When General Jenkins took a look, a delighted expression crossed his face. "Hahaha … that's Chief General Spanner's private helicopter! Damon, you're dead meat. Let's see what you can do with Chief General Spanner himself on the field!" He laughed in excitement.