"Don't kill me! I'll talk!" The leader of the assassins was scared out of his wits. He divulged every detail, not daring to leave any stone unturned. He revealed the person who hired him and even their whereabouts. He spilled everything.

Dustin nodded after he was done listening and dealt with the assassins, before leaving the building once again. While others often took their time seeking revenge, Dustin sought his revenge the very same day. Otherwise, he would lose sleep over it.

…

In the meantime, in the bathtub of a luxurious hotel, the white-haired young man, Wilson White, was speaking to Luis on the phone.

"Don't worry, Mr. Langford, my men are skilled. They won't leave a trace. From tomorrow onwards, you will never see that punk again."

"That'll be best. I don't wish for any surprises tomorrow."

"Of course, I assure you everything will go smoothly, and you'll be bringing that beauty home without a hitch." He grinned.

"Alright, that's all. That woman won't let me touc