Tyler’s square face immediately darkened. His eyes narrowed into a sharp glare.

“Who is it? Who’s your fiance? Show him to me! I need to see the man so I can break every bone in his body!” Tyler growled through gritted teeth.

Dustin glanced at him briefly.

His martial arts prowess was indeed superior to the other so-called young prodigies of Grayvale there.

Reaching ninth grade at his age would be remarkable even in Central Harbor.

But unfortunately, he was only a love-struck fool.

Pursuing Allison for years despite constant rejection was hardly the disposition of a true top prodigy.

“Tyler, my personal matters are none of your concern!” Allison snapped. Her cold face reflected an unmistakable anger.

“Tell me now! I want to see the fool who thinks he can take what’s mine!” Tyler said unrelentingly as his face turned stormy.

“Is it you? Or you? Maybe you?” He pointed his finger toward the group of men standing closest to Allison. No one dared to answer him.