"Elder Mason, you think an apology will cut it? Aren't you letting this punk off too easy?"

"Yeah, just look at Donny. He's coughing up blood. If we let this slide, what'll happen to our reputation?"

"Elder Mason, this punk deserves punishment. Even if we spare his life, he shouldn't escape justice. In my opinion, we should break his legs first!"

Everyone voiced their anger. Their eyes burned with hostility as they glared at Dustin.

"What's wrong? Don't my words mean anything to you?" The elder raised his head and glanced at everyone. His expression was calm yet commanding.

That single glance had the power to silence everyone present. It instilled fear in them that prevented anyone from expressing discontent.

After all, the elder was Garrett Mason, the infamous Cosmos Demons. He was a grandmaster martial artist, feared and renowned throughout the land.

He was known to be merciless, as he would wipe out entire families at the slightest provocation.

Just mentioning his name was