Power of Mr. Rhys(our MC)

Chapter-41

Dustin took a step forward and leaped into the air. He moved as fast as lightning.

"Quick! Kill him!" Edward immediately tensed up and yelled when he noticed Dustin make a move.

However, before the armed elites could react, Dustin had already leaped forward. Dustin reached out and kicked one of the armed elites, who flew away like a piece of paper. A hole was pierced through the bulletproof vest on his chest. Even his bones were shattered!

Before he could land, Dustin swerved before another person and kicked him in the neck.

After killing two people in a row, Dustin did not stop and continued his attacks frantically. Anything he touched was destroyed in mere seconds. No one could stand in his way.

These armed elites could not even react to his speed and strength. In a short time, they were defeated by one after another. Their guns couldn't keep up with his speed. Not even a single shot had been fired. The entire time Dustin had been holding on to Dahlia and attacking with his feet!

Edward was dumbfounded as he watched what unfolded. He looked like he had seen a ghost. These elites were experienced in battles and each one was heavily armed. It should be effortless to defeat Dustin. How come they were the ones on the chopping board? What was happening?

"Is he a martial arts expert? No wonder he's so full of himself!" Travis narrowed his eyes in surprise. It had not been easy for him to obtain his current position. He was also quite skilled and knowledgeable in martial arts.

All the elites in the army have to be trained in martial arts. With the exception of intelligence agencies, proficiency in martial arts greatly affected the ranking of military personnel. The skills displayed by Dustin easily qualified him to be a highly-ranked officer!

"General, this man is quite powerful, should we retreat?" the adjutant asked in a low voice.

"There's no need. It's rare to come up against such an expert. I want to personally fight him!" Travis loosened his muscles. That burly body of his carried the strength of a panther.

"Your turn!" When the last person fell, Dustin's eyes once again fixed on Edward.

"Uncle Travis! Save me!" Edward stumbled back in fear.

"Nobody would be able to save you today!" Dustin stepped forward and headed toward Edward.

"Your opponent is me!" Travis roared and leaped toward him.

He threw a punch at Dustin. Dustin didn't even look at him as he severed Travis's leg without any hesitation. As Edward was calling out for help, Travis landed his fist on Dustin's back. There was a loud explosion. Dustin was unmoved, but his clothes tore open, revealing his muscular body.

Travis, on the other hand, was taken aback by the impact and spat a mouthful of blood as he stumbled to the ground.

"General!" The adjutant was overcome by worry and he quickly helped Travis up. Travis coughed violently, feeling a surge of blood rising inside. His fist, especially, was trembling uncontrollably, as if it had lost all senses.

"This is not possible!" Travis was shocked as he stared at his trembling arms. His eyes were filled with shock.

Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine Dustin's body would be so impenetrable. His full strength did not even make a scratch on his opponent, yet he had sustained multiple internal injuries.

Dustin was an absolute beast! Who on earth was this man? Travis raised his head in confusion and doubt. In an instant, he stood there dumbfounded as if struck by lightning because he realized that there was a large tattoo on Dustin's sturdy body.

It was an animal with a dragon's head, an ox's tail, a tiger's back, a bear's waist, and a snake's scales. It was a black beast! The tattoo of the beast was so realistic that, as Dustin breathed, it looked as if it was coming alive. It looked so majestic and ferocious! It was so daunting!

"A Kirin tattoo?" Travis was stunned as if he had suddenly remembered something.

He looked terrified. His surname was Rhys, with a tattoo of a black beast, and he knew the commanding general. Could he be the Rhys family's Kirin?!

No! That wasn't possible! Why was the man that stirred up the whole of Chouxe and disappeared for ten years here?

"Are you of Chouxe descent?" Travis asked tentatively, his lips quivering.

"Oh? You finally figured it out?" Dustin slowly turned around with a blank expression. There was no harm in him knowing as he was going to die anyway.

"It really is you. Why are you here?" Travis was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat. His confidence from before completely dissipated. There was nothing but fear on his face.

No wonder he knew Adam Spanner. It turned out he was the legendary Kirin! Travis was done for! He had angered someone that made even Sergeant Adam uneasy!

"General? What's wrong?" The adjutant was horrified. He had never seen Travis with such a terrified expression. He could remain calm even on a mountain of corpses on the battlefield. He had always been fearless in the face of danger.

What happened to him now? How could a tough guy like him be trembling from fright?

Who was this man Dustin?

"We're done for." Travis fell to the ground with a thud dejectedly. He knew he would die today. The only difference was if he would die in one piece.

"General! I've called for backup. They'll be here soon! Hold on!" the adjutant tried to encourage him.

"There's no use." Travis shook his head as if he had been exhausted of all strength.

"General, what's wrong?" The adjutant started to panic.

Travis trembled as he pointed at Dustin and stammered, "He's the Kirin of the Rhys family, Logan Rhys!"

The adjutant froze when he heard this name. His face was as pale as ash. They were done for! The dead had come back to life.

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 hundredfold!" 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.