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