Duane exclaimed in terror, cold sweat pouring down his
back. As a martial artist, Duane was well–known for his agile and deadly
attacks. At his peak performance, the massive energy from his sword could
move mountains! How was Dustin able to intercept his attack? What kind of
monster could shatter swords with his bare hands? Dustin could not be
human! "Don't you already know who I am?" Dustin closed the distance
menacingly and glared at him with icy–cold eyes. "Stay–Stay away!" Duane
backed away in a panic. "I don't need the gemiphen's prescription any
longer. Please let me go!" "I have given you a chance to redeem yourself,
but you didn't take it. It's too late to regret now!" Dustin clapped his
hands on Duane's shoulders and squeezed tightly. With a loud crack,
Duane's arms were dislocated from their joints. An agonizing howl escaped
Duane's lips as intense pain spread throughout his body. Without
hesitation, Dustin added a punch to his abdomen. The force of Dustin's
attack was concentrated on his organs, which caused Duane to bleed
profusely from his internal injuries. He fell to the ground in a heap,
unable to move. "You–You made me a cripple!" Duane gritted his teeth, his
eyes were red with fury. "On account of Mr. Anderson, I will not kill
you. However, you must pay for your crimes!" Dustin grabbed Duane by the
collar and threw him carelessly into the air. His limp body flew backward
and smashed into the main doors of his villa. At this moment, Hunter
walked in with his men. He had a stern look on his face. "Hunter! Save
me, quick!" When Duane saw who it was, he clung onto Hunter like a
lifeline. "Save you? You ought to be thankful that your life Is spared!"
Hunter scoffed. "Don't be too happy though. You will be locked up in
Azkaban for the rest of your life to pay for your crimes!" "Azkaban?"
Duane was visibly shaken. "What nonsense are you spouting? I am a direct
descendant of the Welch family, one of the most important families in
Swinton. Even your position pales in comparison to my status. How dare
you threaten to throw me into Azkaban?" Chapter 108 Azkaban
was a prison for criminals on death row. Once admitted, it was impossible
for anyone to get out. The prisoners locked up there were as good as
dead. "This was decided by the Welch family's patriarch. Your father had
agreed to it as well." Hunter replied calmly. "No! You are lying to me!
Why would my father turn against me?" Duane shook his head violently.
"That's because you have offended Mr. Rhys. The only way to protect the
Welch family was to sacrifice you," Hunter said bluntly. "Mr. Rhys? Do
you mean Dustin?" Duane's eyes widened. "How could it be possible? Why
would the Welch family be afraid of a young punk like him? What is his
identity?" "Dustin Rhys is just an alias. Ten years ago, he went by the
name of Logan." "What?" "Logan, Rhys." "Logan Rhys?" When Duane heard
Dustin's real name, the blood drained from his face. No wonder the Welch
family was shaken to the core. Logan Rhys, also known as the kirin, was a
legendary martial artist. His skills were in a league of their own,
unsurpassable to this day. The mere mention of his name struck fear into
all of Stonia! How could he have provoked such a formidable person by
mistake?