Dustin’s voice rang out, filled with an unyielding determination, “Bring out the leaders, Aster and Russo. The rest can be killed.”
“Understood,” Rodrigo responded promptly.
His blade rose to cleanse the room of its corrupt occupants. Chaos erupted in the meeting hall. Cries, pleas, and threats filled the air as the entitled profligates faced their impending demise.
“Please, spare my life! I’m wealthy, incredibly wealthy! Name your price, and I’ll pay whatever you want!”
“You punk! My dad is a deputy general with a vast army. If you harm me, he’ll shred you into pieces!”
“Good sir, spare my life! It’s a mistake. As long as you let me go today, I promise unimaginable wealth and prosperity!”
Faced with the imminent threat of life and death, the once arrogant profligates now wore expressions of fear and panic. At that moment, their former audacity had been completely stripped away. However, Dustin remained unmoved. He observed silently.
Rodrigo and the undercover agents showed no mercy. Their blades were relentless in cleansing lives tainted with corruption.
These profligates had become parasites in West Lucozia, abusing their power and committing heinous acts. Such scum needed to be eradicated.
After the slaughter, the profligates lay in a pool of blood. None was spared. Dustin glanced at the plaque above that read “Hero Alliance”. He found it bitterly ironic.
“Set it ablaze. Burn it all,” Dustin coldly ordered, then turned away.
Soon, flames roared. It engulfed the Hero Alliance’s headquarters. The surviving profligates who were barely clinging to life, were consumed by the fire. As the fire intensified, it devoured the den of filth, leaving no trace behind.
Dustin and his group departed discreetly. After ensuring the safety of the innocent girls, he and Lisa proceeded to the agreed-upon coffeehouse.
Lucas anxiously waited in the private room, unable to conceal his restlessness. Due to his limited mobility, he found himself with no other alternative but to endure a painful wait. He felt a great deal of distress.
“Lucas?”
The door swung open abruptly, revealing Lisa. Her eyes were filled with tears.
“Lisa? Is it really you?”
Lucas trembled, almost unable to believe.
“Lucas, it’s me. I’m back!”
Lisa’s voice trembled as she rushed into her brother’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. All the pain and fear found release in that moment.
“It’s good to be back… It’s good,” Lucas whispered, gently patting his sister’s back.
“Lucas, I was so scared, so scared. I thought I’d never see you again,” Lisa sobbed.
She refused to let go of her brother.
“It’s okay now. It’s all over. From now on, I’ll protect you,” Lucas comforted.
He was fully aware of the horrors his sister had endured. Although she had returned safely, the indelible scars of her ordeal would linger.
