Dahlia Nicholson and Dustin Rhys Novel
Chapter 661

Chapter 661

"How do you plan to deal with this, Mr. Harmon?" Dustin asked.

"Since the Dark Lord is drawing near, I'll have to make arrangements in advance. Just to be prepared, I'll spare no expense to hire skilled martial artists to guard the house," Hector declared in all seriousness.

Not only was the Dark Lord exceptionally skilled in martial art, but he was also accomplished in the mystic arts. The Harmon family's shadow guards alone were no match for him, so he would need to hire backup. Not only will this strengthen their forces, but it would also minimize potential losses for the Harmons.

"Mr. Harmon, the Dark Lord will not act alone. He has many disciples, and each one of them possesses remarkable skills. You will have to consider that too," Dustin reminded.

"Yes, I'll take note of that. The Harmon family will be under strict security measures for the next few days to prevent any unwanted visitors." Hector nodded.

"Dad, I remember Grandfather saying that we have a trump card. What is it?" Natasha asked out of the blue.

"It's a person," Hector replied, his voice lowered.

"A person? Who is it?" Natasha's curiosity was piqued.

"There are five ultimate grandmasters in Balerno-Paul Hill, Zachary Graves, Ronald Reeds, Clarence Lawson, and Michael Robinson. The person I'm talking about is none other than one of the five ultimate grandmasters, Michael Robinson!"

Hector's words shocked both Natasha and Dustin.

"The grandmaster Michael Robinson?" Natasha's eyes widened in extreme astonishment.

The five ultimate grandmasters of Balerno were formidable figures with reputations that extended across the entire nation! They were like towering mountains, magnificent and awe-inspiring, yet seemingly out of reach. When faced with grandmasters, the presence of regular people and low-level martial artists was no different from those of ants. There was even a widely circulated saying that everyone below the level of a grandmaster was like ants, and this went to show the immense power of a grandmaster.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that any one of the five ultimate grandmasters alone could easily wipe out the entire Harmon family. So, when Natasha heard her father say that their trump card was Michael Robinson, her first reaction was shock, followed by doubt.

"Dad, you're not joking, are you? How do we have a connection with Michael Robinson?" Natasha asked, both surprised and skeptical.

"The Harmon family has had its time of glory. What's the surprise in us having connections with some big shots?" Hector calmly sipped on his tea.

"Dad, what does he look like? Does he look imposing?" Natasha began to gossip.

"I'm not entirely sure how he looks. I haven't met him in person, either. Your grandfather's the only one who knows. Your grandfather helped him ten years ago, so he owes us a favor," Hector

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"The favor of a grandmaster martial artist is priceless! With Michael Robinson backing us up, dealing with the Dark Lord would be a piece of cake!" Natasha looked overjoyed. "Dad, why haven't you used this valuable trump card earlier? We wouldn't have to worry so much then."

Over the years, the Harmons had been oppressed by the Dark Lord. Every year, several bizarre deaths would happen in the family, wreaking havoc and instilling fear in their hearts. The Harmons would have long since fallen if they had not been so strong and resilient.

"I, too, would like to get rid of the Dark Lord once and for all, but your grandfather had given me strict instructions that unless the safety of the entire Harmon family is at stake, I am not to use the favor." Hector shook his head.

The Harmons could only ask for Michael's help once. It only made sense that they should not waste the opportunity on trivial matters. Besides, the Dark Lord had always been cautious, acting in the dark and never showing his face to anyone. Even someone as powerful as Michael would replace it arduous to catch him. For a cat to catch the mouse, the mouse had to first come out of hiding...

"Dad, the Dark Lord could barge through our doors at any moment now! Are we still not going to use it?" Natasha insisted. She was impressed by her father's resilience.

"There's no rush. I have my plans," Hector said calmly before adding, "When the time comes, all it takes is a signal from our end, and Michael will be here in no time."