A group of young men arrived at the entrance of Dustin’s villa in West River Institution.

“Excuse me, could you please inform Mr. Dustin that Henry and his friends are here to see him,” Henry said respectfully to the servant sweeping the area by the gate.

Even though it was just a cleaner, the men treated him with utmost respect.

They knew full well that even a cleaner here was a ninth grade fighter. They were a figure of prestige in any other part of Grayvale.

“One moment, please,” the cleaner said before putting down the broom and heading into the villa.

“Henry? Who’s that?” Dustin asked with a frown after he was informed of the visitors.

He was in the middle of explaining a martial arts technique to Tyler.

“Have you forgotten, Mr. Fox? Henry is the leader of the Grayvale’s martial aristocracy,” Tyler said with a bow.

Only then did Dustin recall him.

Allison had once taken him to confront Grayvale’s martial aristocracy in a gambling match, where he had encou