Chapter 57.

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 hundred–

fold!" 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.