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Suddenly, she clapped. Right on cue, a group of domineering martial artis

ts clad in all–black gear strode in proudly.

Taking the lead was a woman with short hair. She had striking features th

at gave her a cool look. Because of her tight–

fitting outfit, her figure appeared exceptionally curvaceous and left an

impact.

Jennifer said impassively. "This is Isfrid. She leads team five of the Ha

rmon family's shadow guards and

is highly skilled, Bring her team with you so you have each other's backs

."

"Mrs. Harmon, forgive me for my bluntness, but our team is enough to ensu

re Ms. Harmon's safety. Why do we need to involve outsiders?" Istrid gave

Dustin a contemptuous once over. "Team five is well trained, and our tea

mwork is unparalleled. Having our members are more than enough to save Ms

. Harmon. We can't afford to bring along baggage since it will make the o

peration riskier. I hope you will reconsider, Mrs. Harmon."

"Dustin is a good fighter, and the Hummer family asked for him personally

. He has to be there," she replied frankly.

"If that is the case, please have him listen to our orders and not get in

our way, lest it affects our operation," Istrid said unfeelingly.

An exceptional fighter, she was extremely confident in her abilities. Her

team always worked in the shadows. but her skills were comparable to the

highly skilled martial artists of The Hundred Immortals.

"Suit yourselves. I only have one demand–

bring my daughter back to me alive," she ordered solemnly.

"Yes, Mrs. Harmon." Isfrid bowed before leaving arrogantly with her team

behind her.

"Mr. Rhys, be careful. The Hummers have a highly skilled martial artist a

mong them. He's possibly achieved divinity," Stephan warned Dustin.

"Achieved divinity? They're mere ants to me." With that, he left.

Night gradually fell.

Meanwhile, in the square outside Hummer Villa, a group of armored fighter

s sat around a bonfire, roasting a

whole lamb. Beside them was a dog cage, and inside the cage was a ragged

woman. Her hair was disheveled, and her body was covered in injuries. It

was clear that she had been tortured.

There was even a collar around her neck, which was attached to a dog leas

h held by an elderly man. That man

was Fletcher Lawson.

"Mr. Lawson, it's about time. It seems like he's too scared to come since

he hasn't shown up till now." A bald

man smirked.

"Of course! With so many of us keeping guard here, who would send themsel

ves to death? That punk has long fled!" Everyone chimed in, laughing hear

tily. Who would barge in foolishly when they knew it was a trap?

"Mr. Lawson, the woman in the cage is exceptional. Why don't you allow us

to enjoy her first?" the bald man

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said with an evil grin.

"That's right. Mr. Lawwon. We've been deprived for too long. How can we g

ive up the chance when a beautiful woman is present?" the rest jeered.

It wasn't the first time they'd engaged in acts of arson, murder, and loo

ting.

"Play around if you must, but keep yourselves in check," Fletcher said ca

lmly.

"No problem." The bald man chuckled, then approached the cage eagerly. He

ripped the woman's skirt apart, exposing her white thighs.

"What a beauty! Just as we thought!"

He licked his lips and pounced with a devilish smile. Just as he was abou

t to carry out his intentions, a fleeting flicker of light sliced through

the air with a faint whistle. Emerging from the darkness and piercing th

rough the bonfire's glow, a golden needle found its mark between the man'

s eyebrows.

With a groan, his eyes widened as he convulsed. Soon, he turned stiff. He

was rooted in place with no signs of

breath.

"Hey! What are you dawdling for? If you can't do it, we'll go instead. Do

n't make us wait longer!"

"That's right! There are so many of us waiting for our turn. Can you be f

aster?"

Nobody noticed anything strange. They were rushing him instead.

"Hey! We're talking to you. Are you deal?"

A muscular man walked up and nudged his shoulder. Immediately, like a sta

tue that had lost its balance, the bald man toppled to the ground.

The muscular man was shocked and extended out his hand. "What the fuck? H

e's not breathing!"

He'd just finished his sentence when another faint whistle was heard. A s

econd gold

needle sliced through the air and embedded straight between his brows. Fa

lling to the ground with his head up, he died instantly.

"What's happening?" Everyone looked at each other in dismay. They only re

acted when they saw blood

between the victims' eyebrows.

"We're being ambushed! Stay alert!" Following the shouts, the fighters to

ok out their swords, looking around in

all directions.

"Who the fuck is it?"

"Step out if you dare! You're a pussy for hiding!"

The crowd roared incessantly.

Right then, a sudden, powerful gust of wind whipped through the surroundi

ngs. Illuminated by the street lights,

a tall, slender figure walked into the villa with deliberate steps.

Fletcher took a closer look and suddenly let out a laugh. "How brave. He

really walked into the lion's den."

"Release her immediately!" Dustin ordered coldly. His voice wasn't too lo

ud, but it reverberated across the

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whole villa. His expression was impassive, but his gaze was as cold as ic

e.

"Know your place! There's no

need to think about being a hero when you're dying soon."

Fletcher waved, "Get him! Whoever brings me his head first will be reward

ed 100 million!"

100 million?" The crowd of fighters was excited.

There was nothing money couldn't solve, and a lavish reward would certain

ly give birth to brave warriors.

People would kill friends and relatives for 100 million, not to mention a

stranger.

Get him!"

The crowd roared and rushed forward without delay.

"Attack!" Suddenly, a group of all–

black, masked assassins emerged from the darkness. They had a knife in

one hand and a crossbow in the other. Although they were few in numbers,

all of them were well–trained.

Pushing forward, they surrounded the Hummer family's fighters. It was lik

e nothing could stand in their way. They were the shadow guards led by Is

trid.

Although the Harmon family's shadow guards were not well–

known, they were all handpicked talents among hundreds of candidates. The

y were specifically tasked with removing obstacles and eliminating dissid

ents for

the Harmon family.

"See that? This is the true power of the Harmon family's shadow guards!"

Istrid emerged from the darkness

and stood beside Dustin.