The middle-aged man did not even dare to imagine it. Yet, the mere possibility of it excited him.

Watching Dustin move closer and closer, Ignatius could not help but feel terrified.

“Members of the Martial League, will you really stand by and watch as the Harmon family is killed?” he cried out.

The middle-aged man sighed and walked forward.

“Dustin Fox, hold it right there!”

The cry was so intimidating that it overwhelmed the whole room.

“Hmm?” Dustin turned around and eyed the middle-aged man and those around him with a raised eyebrow.

The man carried himself differently. He was exceptional amid typical fighters.

Those standing around him were unusually powerful as well.

They had to be special.

“Who are you?” Dustin asked icily.

“I am Zion Larson, the branch leader of the Martial League in Grayvale!” the middle-aged man said.

“Dustin Fox, you first killed the grandson of the Harmon family, Patrick Harmon, and beheaded him. Now, you want to kill people