With Wilhelm dead, Dustin was at a dead end.

Dustin had been ready to reunite with Diana and had been looking forward to it every day.

To respect Wilhelm’s request, Dustin had not sent any elite fighters to tail him. He never imagined that the waiting would result in Wilhelm’s death.

He should have sent someone to follow Wilhelm, even if that meant he had to go against his word.

At this point, however, he only wanted to know what had happened.

“Please calm down, Mr. Fox. You can’t bring him back to life,” one of the Martial Saints of the North Border branch of the black market said. “There’s something fishy about our leader’s death. By the time the Hattan branch received his distress signal and rushed over, our leader was already dead.”

“Who went with him?” Dustin asked with a frown.

Wilhelm could not fight, which was unusual when it came to leaders of the black market. Still, he must have had an elite fighter accompanying him wherever he went. The fighter had to be ver