After all that, it seemed like Dustin was a monster. He was as swift as lightning, tough as a rock, indifferent to bullet, and merciless—this guy was a demon!

"Where's Scott Mosey?" Covered in blood, Dustin glared at the muscle-bound man, his gaze icy.

"Spare me! We are just following orders. We have no grudge against you, just—" Suddenly, the muscular man quickly whipped out a grenade and chucked it straight at Dustin.

His timing was spot-on; the grenade would practically explode in an in