Chapter 320

It was noon. At the clubhouse of the Hummer's residence, Edwin Hummer

was struck on the head with a wine bottle. Blood trickled down his body,

along with the merlot.

"Hummer! I was screwed because of you!" Tatum sat on the couch; his

features contorted in anger. "Didn't you say that Dustin Rhys was a

nobody? Why was he that powerful? Did you lie to me on. purpose?"

At his mentor's request, Tatum had shown up to avenge Joshua Hummer.

In the beginning, he thought he could show off his talent, but he was

badly defeated in the end. Not only that, his core was destroyed. He had

all the reason to be mad.

"Sir Thunders, in my records, Dustin Rhys did not come from a

remarkable background. It wasn't wrong to describe him as a nobody. As

for his actual abilities, I recall giving you a heads up, but you didn't

take it seriously," Edwin murmured with his head hung low.

"Are you blaming me for being weak?" Tatum glowered at him. If he

weren't hurt, he would have taught Edwin a lesson.

"In my opinion, it is unnecessary to issue a public challenge to men

like Dustin Rhys. You can use whatever means to get him killed," Edwin

further explained.

"Oh, are you fucking teaching me how to get things done now? Tatum's

expression darkened, his eyes gleaming with hostility.

"Of course not." Edwin lowered his head.

"I have no time for you!" Tatum looked irritated. "Didn't you get

Substratumis from Dr. Linden Watkins? Give it to me now. I need it for my

injuries"

Substratumis, the core restoration pill, was created to heal internal

injuries. It was rather effective in restoring one's core. As long as the

patient took it within 24 hours, they would stand a chance to regenerate

their core. However, due to the preciousness of the ingredients, the

Stoneray Valley only produced a few pills annually. Each batch of pills

would be scooped up by members of various guilds upon hitting the market.

Thankfully, Edwin had spent a fortune on one of those pills, just in time

for Tatum to use it.

"Sir Thunders, I accidentally crushed the pill. So, I can't help you.

I'm sorry." Edwin shook his head regrettably.

"You crushed the pill?" Tatum's eyes narrowed, and he snickered. "Are

you kidding me? Any sane person would take great care of that precious

pill. How could you have crushed it? Your son's dead anyway, so you can't

use it on him. Who else except for me will need your pill?"

"Sir Thunders, I am telling you the truth." Edwin appeared serious.

"Oh, shut up! If you don't hand me the restorative pill today, I'll

crush your legs!" Tatum threatened him spitefully.

Edwin stared at Tatum with his cold but bright eyes. "But, Sir

Thunders, I wonder how you are going to do that, given that your core has

been destroyed."

"Hah! I might not have any bit of internal energy left, but killing a

man like you is child's play!"

Tatum was conceited.

"Is that so?" Edwin chuckled icily and brandished a gun from his back

without warning. He pointed it at Tatum. "Can a man without internal

energy defend himself from bullets?"

"Hmm?" Tatum's expression hardened. "How dare you point a gun at me,

you son of a bitch. Do you know who I am? Put the gun down and cut your

hands in front of me. If not, I'll…"

Edwin suddenly pulled the trigger before Tatum could finish his

sentence. Following a loud bang, the bullet shot Tatum in the forehead,

leaving a splattered mess of blood on the wall.

Tatum grunted, his body trembling and his eyes wide-opened in

disbelief. He'd never believe that Edwin would pull the trigger on him,

and a fatal, point-blank shot at that.

Finally, Tatum's body slumped heavily onto the floor, his eyes

remaining open as he drew his last breath.

"Huh?" Fletcher Lawson, who had been standing by the side, appeared

mortified at the scene. "S- Sir Hummer, what are you doing? Tatum

Thunders is Sir Lincoln's principal disciple. How are we going to explain

this to Sir Lincoln?" He secretly thought Edwin had gone mad for having

the guts to murder Tatum.

"Yeah, I killed him. Why do I need to explain that? Edwin took out a

handkerchief and calmly wiped the spot of his head injury from the wine

bottle attack.

"If Sir Lincoln learns about this, he will not let this slip!"

Fletcher was panicking as he pictured the guildmaster of Boulderthorn,

halfway to becoming a grandmaster. The man was powerful enough to

massacre the entire Hummer Family!

"If we don't tell, no one will know," Edwin muttered emotionlessly.

"But Tatum died on our territory. How can we hide the fact?" Fletcher

was drenched in cold sweat by now.

"You don't have to panic. Just remember-none of us met Tatum Thunders

today. He suffered a sudden death in his home after the battle with

Dustin. We shall leave Boulderthorn to figure out the murderer, and we

have no clue about it at all. Got it?" Edwin tilted his head, his eyes

shimmering with a cold gaze.

"Sir Hummer, are you telling me to… shift the blame to Dustin Rhys?"

It didn't take Fletcher long to piece the puzzle.

"It was Dustin Rhys' doing all along. When did we shift the blame to

him?" Edwin questioned.

"Oh, right! It's all Dustin Rhys' fault!" Fletcher nodded furiously.

At that point, he finally caught a glimpse of the depths of Edwin's dark

soul. Edwin had decided to kill a top ace like Tatum without blinking an

eye. The mere thought of it was mind-numbing.

At the Boulderthorn branch in Millsburg, Clement Lincoln sat on the

throne, his expression darkening when Tatum Thunders' body was brought

back. As the guildmaster of Boulderthorn who had extensive experience in

the field, he never had anyone offending him in this manner. "Who was it?

Who did this?" He gritted his teeth as his eyes bulged.

Sir Lincoln, it was Dustin Rhys!" Luther started fanning the flames.

"Dustin Rhys pulled dirty

tricks in the battle and destroyed Tatum's core. Tatum was

assassinated right after that!"

"Dustin Rhys! It's him again!" Clement banged his fists on the table

out of rage, and the wooden table instantly cracked and split into

pieces. First, it was Joshua Hummer. Now, it was Tatum. Clement had lost

two beloved disciples, one of whom was his heir. It was tough not to feel

anger and hatred at the culprit.

"Sir Lincoln, Dustin Rhys is sly and ruthless. He has a lot of tricks

up his sleeve. If we don't get rid of him in time, he might be a pain in

the ass in the future!" Luther added fuel to the fire.

"Send out my orders-The Royal Valor of Boulder thorn is looking to

arrest Dustin Rhys!" Clement said with grief. "I'll use all necessary

means and make any sacrifices to tear him into pieces!"

"Yes, sir!" His disciples bowed and took his orders The Royal Valor

was shaken from the orders, and its aces were called back from all

corners of the world for the quest. At that moment, Dustin Rhys was the

most-wanted man on the Royal Valor's blacklist.