That night, Dustin sat in the garden of the McCall family villa.

He could sense many inquisitive gazes from both inside and outside the property.

Since the news had made such huge waves, there were a lot of people who had come to see how things would unfold.

This fight would be under much scrutiny.

Dustin sat in the garden. He was unbothered.

Before the fight had even begun, people already started gossiping.

“What a fake! He’s about to face a disaster, but he still pretends to keep his cool.”

“With so many assassins coming for him, I’m afraid he might just expire before an elite assassin shows up.”

…

Other than those who were there to secretly observe, there were others who had openly come to the McCall family villa to watch the fight.

In the garden, Dustin closed his eyes.

At one point, he opened his eyes.

There was a whoosh of wind, and a figure appeared in a darkened corner. It seemed to be rushing at Dustin at great speed.

“Someone’s here!” The on