Early the next morning, Dustin received a phone call from Nelson when he woke up.

"Hi, Mr. Rys. Are you up yet?"

"I just woke up. What's up? Any results?" Dustin asked.

"Our gang leader would like to meet you. We can slowly chat then." Nelson smiled apologetically.

"Sure. Where?" Dustin responded bluntly.

"At the Flame Dragon Dojo."

"Alright. I'll be there soon." Dustin hung up, did a simple freshening up, and left in a taxi. He had already expected that the gang wouldn't give in so easily, and since he had some spare time on his hands, he didn't mind having some fun with them.

After thirty minutes, his taxi pulled up in front of Flame Dragon Dojo.

Dustin got out of the car, and Nelson immediately brought his men over to greet him with a smile. "Welcome, Mr. Rhys. This way, please."

Dustin hummed and nodded in response, walking straight in.

Hundreds of the gang's elites had gathered inside the dojo, each of them sturdily built and with ferocious attitudes. As soon a