Dustin's phone suddenly rang on his way back to the Flame Dragon Dojo. Abigail's voice came through on the other side of the line when he answered.

Her tone was anxious as soon as she spoke. "Sir, things are not good! There's some trouble at home!"

"What kind of trouble?" Dustin's forehead creased slightly with worry.

"I'm not sure of the exact situation, but there are a lot of people outside our house and two excavators. It seems like they are going to forcibly demolish our house."

"Forced demolition? That's going overboard!" Dustin's expression darkened. "Try to hold them back; I'll be there immediately."

"It's no use; they're starting—!" While Abigail was speaking, she seemed to notice something and cried out, "You bastards, how dare you lay a hand on my father! I'm not going to let you off!"

"Abigail, don't be rash!" Dustin tried to warn her, but she had already hung up. As they were clearly in danger, Dustin didn't hesitate when he turned the car around and sped toward Cent