An understated Dominance – Dahlia and Dustin Chapter 1208

Chapter 1208 Traumatic Memory

The appearance of the one-eyed old man, Gregory Jones, not only shocked Derek, but it also left Jan and the others in a state of disbelief.

As highly skilled martial artists, they possessed extraordinary perception, able to detect even the slightest changes in their surroundings. Yet, they had completely missed the old man’s arrival, which was baffling.

Furthermore, Gregory appeared completely ordinary, devoid of any noticeable aura fluctuations. He seemed like an ordinary, scruffy old man. However, this appearance was deceptive, as evidenced by his ability to effortlessly catch Derek’s arrow.

To the leaders of various sects, the only reasonable explanation was that Gregory was far more powerful than them, making him virtually undetectable.

Derek was quick to address the mysterious old man, demanding to know who he was and how he dared to interfere in Martial Law Bureau’s affairs.

The one-eyed old man responded with irreverent nonchalance, poking fun at Derek’s attempts to intimidate him. He even went as far as to flick a booger at Derek, which flew with astonishing speed and struck Derek with incredible force.

The impact sent Derek flying more than ten meters, and he crashed to the ground in agony, coughing up blood.

The onlookers were stunned. A martial arts master had been seriously injured by a booger—this defied belief. Who was this old man, and where had he come from?

Derek, still coughing up blood, managed to ask the one-eyed old man for his identity, to which he received a surprising answer.

“Put your ears up and listen. If I don’t want to change my name, I won’t change my surname, name is Gregory Jones!” the old man declared while nonchalantly digging in his nostrils.

Derek, now pale with shock, could hardly believe his ears. He stammered out a name: “Gregory Jones?”

This revelation sent shivers down his spine. Gregory, also known as the “Immortal of Wine,” had once caused a major incident in Bayhaven. The entire Martial Law Bureau had mobilized to confront him, expecting an easy victory. However, the battle had taken a disastrous turn.

In that confrontation, the Martial Law Bureau had suffered heavy losses. Director Nate Reynolds had been gravely injured, the deputy director had been killed, and numerous elders, protectors, and Headmasters had either died or been wounded. It was the only failure the Martial Law Bureau had experienced since its inception, a deeply ingrained taboo.

Hearing the name Gregory brought back the traumatic memories of that night. Derek’s body trembled uncontrollably, his face paling as he realized the gravity of the situation.