Who was Logan Rhys exactly? The hurricane that had stirred
up the city of Stonia! The demon that had disturbed the peace of the
people! He was also the one behind the tragedy in Osnal ten years ago. No
one had ever expected that a 15–year–old could cause so much destruction.
Thus, it was no wonder Travis was horrified to see him. Who would've
guessed that the man who was standing in front of them was the stuff of
legends who had disappeared from the face of the planet ten years ago.
THE Logan Rhys! The adjutant's legs instantly gave out, causing him to
crumple to the ground with a thud. His mind was drawing a complete blank
at the moment. After Dustin gave Travis, who was behind him, a glance, he
started walking toward Edward. *Help me, Uncle Travis! Uncle Travis!"
Cradling his broken leg. Edward kept screaming his head off as he
wriggled on the floor like a maggot, trying his hardest to evade Dustin.
"I told you, I'll make sure you won't even have a corpse left after I
kill you!" Dustin declared as he picked up a long whip covered in spikes
from the ground, then delivered a swift blow to Edward's face
mercilessly. "Argh!" Edward cried out in pain. The skin of his face was
torn apart down the middle, and blood started spurting out of the wound.
Dustin didn't hold back and delivered another swift blow to another part
of his body. As a crunching sound rang out, Edward's skin and flesh,
along with his clothes, got torn to shreds. "Gah!" he yelped miserably
once more and resumed crying for help. "Hurry, Uncle Travis! Please save
me!" Even though he witnessed all this happening, Travis didn't move a
muscle. It was as if he didn't hear a thing. all while Dustin showed no
mercy, delivering blow after blow onto Edward's battered frame. Every
blow caused blood and flesh to spurt out, and the man kept screeching in
excruciating pain. "S–stop hitting me! I fucked up! I know I really
fucked up this time!" Edward begged for mercy profusely as he knelt on
the ground. However, his cries fell on deaf ears, and Dustin continued to
whip him, his eyes devoid of mercy. *This was for all the pain Dahlia
endured up until now. I'll make sure you pay it back ten, no, a hundred–
fold!" Dustin exclaimed to himself. "Good, good! You'd better whip his
ass to death!" Chris Instigated from a corner of the room with a
mischievous look. The saying went that the wicked always got what was
coming to them. This was proven true by Edward, the amateur evil
mastermind, who ended up abused and beaten up by mega supervillain Dustin
Rhys. Just as Dustin was in the middle of exacting his revenge, a long
procession of cars suddenly drove toward
them and halted right in front of Spanner Villa. A large number of armed
elites swarmed out of each car to seal off the entire premise. The armed
elites, who were all clad in black suits and body armor, each carried
with them a gun on their backs. All of them looked intimidating. Even if
they were just standing there quietly, they still gave off a very
menacing feeling. Plus, this was more than a step up compared to Travis'
men last time! "So… it was Rhys who sent them!" Travis thought and
immediately felt a pang of despair after looking at the army of elite
forces. The last trace of hope he had in his heart vanished that very
second! At that moment, the door to a Rolls–Royce suddenly opened, and
Hunter Anderson got out of the car. "Mr. Anderson?" The moment the badly
battered and bruised Edward laid his eyes on Hunter, he felt as if his
savior had arrived. He immediately perked up and started clawing his limp
body toward Hunter, frantically begging him for help. "Help me, Mr.
Anderson! This kid is trying to kill me! Q–quickly, arrest him for me! As
long as you help me now, half of the Spanner's fortune will be yours!"
Edward offered without hesitation, fully intent on luring him into saving
him with his obscene riches. After all, wasn't life more important than
all the riches in the world? The whipping he'd endured had already scared
him shitless. He knew very well that if the whipping didn't cease, he
would get beaten to death sooner or later. "Is that you, Edward Spanner?"
Hunter asked as he gazed upon the bloody figure before him. He had to
examine him for a bit before recognizing him. "Yes, it's me! You must
save me on behalf of Sir Hummer, Mr. Andersin!" Edward pleaded as he lay
on the ground, clutching Hunter's pant leg with a deadly grip. "Fuck
off!" Hunter growled in response as he kicked him away and ignored his
pleas. Instead of helping him, he quickly walked over to the other side
of the car, bent over slightly, and opened the car door to reveal an old
man clad in a dated suit. He got out of the car and started walking
nonchalantly using a cane. "Sir Francis, you'd better be more careful…"
Hunter cooed and reached his hand out to prop the old man up. Edward was
dumbfounded after witnessing him act all respectful and humble like that.
It was known for a fact that the person standing in front of him was the
President of the Swinton Group, one of the three major groups in the
city. He was even the type to laugh and joke around with someone of such
high standing as Sir Hummer. So, who exactly was this old man who managed
to bring out his humble side? What the hell was going on?! Then again, he
wasn't the only person who was surprised at this turn of events. Chris, who was still hiding in a corner, also had a
bewildered look on his face. In his eyes, Hunter Anderson was an
influential man whose standing was at the top of Swinton. So, who was
this person able to reduce him to the demeanor of a mere servant? What
was the identity of this man clad in such a dated suit in front of him?
"Sir! Please help me, sir!" After coming out of a daze, Edward
immediately limped over to the old man in the suit and kept bowing his
head to him, disregarding the fact that he had no idea who the old man
was. It was obvious to him that this man was way more influential than he
thought, judging by the fact that he regarded Hunter Anderson as his
grandson. Heck, he might even be a government official from Stonia for
all he knew! Thus, as long as this mammoth of a man was willing to lend
him a hand, he'd be able to reverse his fate and even turn his life
around! Hearing Edward's plea for help, the suited old man merely shot
him a glance before withdrawing his gaze. He then proceeded to tidy his
hair and straighten his clothes. After making sure that he looked
immaculate and presentable, he started walking toward Dustin. Then, to
the utmost shock and dismay of everyone at the scene, he dropped to his
knees on the floor and knelt before Dustin. "My sincere greetings to you,
Mr. Rhys!" he proclaimed.