Dustin left the black market and headed toward his car to return to the villa.

Suddenly, a glint of steel flashed. It was accompanied by a palpable wave of murderous intent.

Dustin’s face remained indifferent as Drake and Myst sprang into action.

Moments later, a lifeless body lay on the roadside. It was an aspiring assassin.

Whoosh!

More figures emerged from the shadows. They were not ordinary assassins but skilled professionals. Some were even Martial Saints.

Drake and Myst engaged them in battle and left a few Martial Saints free to charge at Dustin.

Dustin looked mildly annoyed and refrained from making a move.

As the leader of Hell Hall, it was rare for anyone to provoke him enough to act directly.

One of the Martial Saints thought he had Dustin cornered but suddenly found himself intercepted.

“Who dares cause trouble in the black market territory?”

A Martial Saint initiate from the black market emerged and swiftly cut him off.

“You’re attacking