The night grew dark as rain poured down. The streets were
empty, as there was no one around. Just then, a fleet of black Hummer
vehicles drove in at high speed, splashing puddles of water. The vehicles
pulled up at the entrance of a hospital building. As the car doors
opened, a group of burly, muscular men got out. One of them was smoking a
cigar. He was a large and muscular man with a beard, more than six feet
tall at least a head above normal men. His arms and thighs were bulging
with muscle. "Guild master! That man is still inside, he never left." The
last assassin pointed to one of the floors of the building. He had been
lying in wait for support to arrive as he spied on Dustin. "I expected
that you could handle this guy on your own. Why do I still have to be
personally involved?" The bearded man narrowed his eyes with displeasure.
He was the guild master of the White Dragon guild! "Guild master, don't
underestimate that guy. He took us down as easily as dominoes!" The
assassin reported. "Alright, surround the building. The earlier we get
this settled, the earlier we can rest," Dracor ordered impatiently. If it
weren't for Edwin's orders, he wouldn't have inconvenienced himself by
coming down personally. "Stop! Who goes there!" A group of bodyguards
dressed in suits streamed out of the building. They were the Harmon
family's men. "What, was there a group of men protecting him? Alright,
you boys can use them for practice." Dracor motioned to his men. "Yes,
guild master!" His disciples behind him grinned evilly and rushed up to
fight the bodyguards. They were out for blood like a pack of wolves.
"Stop them!" The bodyguards were not to be outdone. They pressed forward
as one to block the guild members. The scene erupted into chaos. Although
the bodyguards were well–trained, their fighting skills weren't on the
same level as those of the members of the White Dragon guild. After a
while, the bodyguards were forced to retreat, falling under the pressure.
"Who dares to go against the Harmon family? An aggressive roar
Interrupted the fight as Stephan emerged with a few of his comrades.
Making his way through the crowd, the guild members were repelled
backward by Stephan's internal energy. 1/3 Chapter 140 creating a space
around him. "Oh, is he a martial artist with internal energy? How dare
you show off your tricks in front of an expert? Get out of the way!"
Dracor had a cold smile on his lips. Stephan threw fist after fist
without stopping, forcing the guild members to fall back. They were no
match for him. "Reckless bastard!" Dracor took a deep breath and released
a surge of energy in Stephan's direction. The attack sliced through the
raindrops and zeroed in on him. Fortunately, Stephan had a keen sense of
danger. He noticed the attack coming and went into a defensive. stance.
"Boom!" An explosive sound was heard as Stephan's defense was shattered.
He was blown backward about 30 feet away, leaving deep tracks on the
ground. Stephan was flung onto a wall like a ragdoll as he spat out a
mouthful of blood. "Weakling." Dracor scoffed. Dracor thought that he had
finally met a worthy challenger. Unexpectedly, he couldn't even withstand
a single blow. "Y–You, who are you?" Stephan furrowed his brows and
stared at the towering figure in front of him. Due to the darkness, he
couldn't identify who the man was. "How dare you beat up my men if you
don't even know who I am?" Dracor approached him menacingly. Stephan
finally recognized him when his bearded face was illuminated by the
streetlights. "You–You are Dracor Milfroy?" Stephan fixed his eyes on the
man as fear spread across his face. The nightmare he dreaded really came
true! "Since you seem to know me, we can settle this easily, Kneel down
and beg for your life. If I'm in a good mood, I might let you go." Dracor
laughed mockingly as if he was entertained by Stephan's fear. "Both of
you, go and tell Mr. Rhys to escape. I'll hold them back!" Stephan
gritted his teeth and prepared himself for a fight to the death. "Yes,
Sir!" The bodyguards behind Stephan ran into the building without
hesitation. Their mission was to protect Dustin and they were prepared to
do it at the expense of their lives. "Heh, do you think you could hold me
back?" Dracor smirked. "I'll do my best to buy him some time!" Stephan
was determined. "Don't blame me for your death since you were the one who
asked for It! Dracor scoffed again. He flew at Stephan like a streak of
lightning. I'm going all out!" Stephan took a deep breath and faced
Dracor squarely. Both of them collided directly into each other as
another loud explosion was heard. Stephan was thrown back like he had
been hit by a truck, His body llew into the air and landed heavily on the
ground with a loud thud. Blood spurted out from his mouth and nose. He
did not even have the strength to stand up. "Don't overestimate your
abilities!" Oracor taunted. Compared to Dracor strength, Stephan's
internal energy and skills were feeble. "Mr. Rhys, I did my best. I hope
I have bought enough time for you to escape, Stephan muttered as he laid
in the rain, despair in his eyes. Dracor was on another level as he had
already attained the highest tier of martial arts. In addition, he had
trained his body to be as impenetrable as steel. No wonder he was deemed
the best martial artist in Swinton! Stephan knew that he was no match for
Dracor. He couldn't even put up a good fight. "It is an honor for you to
die at my hands!" Dracor came up to Stephan and stared at him
condescendingly, like looking down on a bug. He lifted his leg to stomp
on Stephan's chest and finish him off. At that moment, all the glass
windows of the hospital building shattered simultaneously. A dark figure
swooped down and landed heavily on the ground. The tough cement crumbled
beneath his feet and large cracks propagated from the spot where he
landed, like a spider's web that extended for miles. "Who is it?"
Everyone had bewildered expressions on their faces.