Dustin approached Madison to check on her.

She had only suffered an energy drain and was temporarily unconscious.

If he had not intervened, she would have died.

The top Mystic Agent of the Outlaws Department, the so-called champion of justice, had readily used his subordinate’s life for his own survival. How shameless!

He had already fled when Dustin looked at where he was on the ground moments ago.

He had escaped when Dustin was distracted by Madison.

“Dustin, you sentimental fool! Next time we meet, it’ll be your end!” said James’s fading voice from a distance.

Drake and Myst tried to chase after him, but Dustin raised his hand to stop them.

“My Liege, should we go after him? If we let this slide, he might cause trouble in the future,” Drake said.

“I’m an expert tracker. He won’t escape me. Just give the order, and I’ll bring back his head within minutes…” Myst said confidently.

Dustin smiled faintly.

“A mere top Mystic Agent… If I wanted to kill him, he