An Understated Dominance (Maria Vittori) novel Chapter 959

Apparently, the location of Iris Meskill's tomb had finally been found. It was rumored to be in the Black Forest.

When the news got out, many martial artists rushed to Lester to try their luck. After all, such opportunities were rare.

Meanwhile, in a sedan heading toward Lester, Dustin stared out the window, lost in thought. Abigail sat beside him, chatting nonstop.

"Dr. Watkins told you to take care of yourself and take your medicine on time. Remember not to use your true energy, or it could mess you up inside," she said.

"Also, I have no idea who leaked news about Iris Meskill's tomb, but many people are going after the treasure now. So, the competition's going to be tough.

"Oh, and one more thing. Last night, some skilled person broke into the alliance's prison and rescued Spring Hill.

"The alliance sent people to catch him, but no luck so far," Abigail reported as she scrolled through her messages.

Dustin, who had been zoning out, finally responded, "Spring Hill escaped? Who could have broken him out of the martial arts alliance's prison?"

"According to Mr. Adler, it looks like Shadowslayer did it. The alliance was also caught off guard," Abigail explained.

"It might have been possible if it was Dimitri Gonzalez we're talking about. Still, I didn't expect them to take such risks for a pawn." Dustin narrowed his eyes.

"Something's been bothering me since Paul Hill's death," Azalea suddenly said.

As Abigail's bodyguard, Azalea always stayed close to Abigail.

"What is it?" Dustin raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know. I just feel that we're being led by the nose." Azalea crossed her legs and began pondering about it.

He turned and saw a group of men harassing a woman near the lake. The scantily dressed woman struggled as water dripped off her damp hair.

"It's been a while since I came across such a pretty lady!" A scar-faced man sneered and licked his lips.

"I'm from Azure Mist. My peers won't let you off if you touch me!"

The woman struggled to free herself, her face red from her efforts. However, her struggles only excited those around her.

"I can't hold myself back anymore!" The scar-faced man lunged toward the woman and began shredding her clothes.

As he was about to take things further, a cold voice cut in from behind, "Hey, bastard. Are you sure you want to do that?"