My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



Dustin left the black market and headed toward his car to return to the villa.

Suddenly, a glint of steel flashed. It was accompanied by a palpable wave of murderous intent.noveldrama

Dustin's face remained indifferent as Drake and Myst sprang into action.

Moments later, a lifeless body lay on the roadside. It was an aspiring assassin.

Whoosh!

More figures emerged from the shadows. They were not ordinary assassins but skilled professionals. Some were even Martial Saints.

Drake and Myst engaged them in battle and left a few Martial Saints free to charge at Dustin.

Dustin looked mildly annoyed and refrained from making a move.

As the leader of Hell Hall, it was rare for anyone to provoke him enough to act directly.

One of the Martial Saints thought he had Dustin cornered but suddenly found himself intercepted.

“Who dares cause trouble in the black market territory?"

A Martial Saint initiate from the black market emerged and swiftly cut him off.

"You're attacking Mr. Fox? You're asking to die!"

Furious, several Martial Saints joined the fray.

Silas was an Apex Martial Saint. Eliminating these assassins was a child's play to him.

The assassins, overwhelmed by the sheer number of Martial Saints protecting Dustin, paled in terror.

What an entourage!

There were at least eight or nine of them guarding him.

Who was Dustin?

Escape proved futile as the assassins were slaughtered within moments.

"Thank you for your effort. You may return now," Dustin said and nodded toward the initiates.

"Mr. Fox, call on us anytime," they said respectfully before returning to the black market.

"My Liege, they came for the Wyatt family's treasure," Drake said after getting the information from one of the assassins.

"Amara is spreading rumors again and claims that the treasure is in your possession."

Dustin sneered.

It was once just a rumor. But since he had claimed the treasure for real afterward, the Wyatt sisters were desperate to retrieve it by any means. But such petty schemes posed no threat to him.

As the bodies were cleared away, two figures approached.

It was Madison and James.

Both paused. They were visibly startled by the bodies.

As an agent of the Outlaws Department, Madison quickly recognized many faces. They were high-level assassins on the wanted list of the Outlaws Department Many were fifth grade criminals.

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The criminals were all from different organizations. It was rare for the Outlaws Department to capture even one, yet so many lay dead here today.

"Did he... kill them all by himself?" She glanced at the man before her who struggled to comprehend what had happened.

"You... You're unruly! Even if you die

many times, it wouldn't be enough to pay for your crimes!" James roared. His fury manifested itself as a violent gust of wind that shook the surrounding trees.

Drake narrowed his eyes and stepped protectively in front of Dustin as his pure energy surged and converted into internal energy. "James Harris of the Outlaws Department lives up to his reputation..." he muttered.

"Is he really that strong?" Myst scoffed.

"Even the Outlaws Department's lowest-ranking Amber agents are Martial Saints..." Drake's face turned serious.

"As for this top Mystic Agent, he's likely an Apex Martial Saint, a top-tier leader in the Outlaws Department.

"The Emerald agents are all controllers, while the Sapphire agents are legends from a century ago. They're long gone."

Myst remained unimpressed.

No matter how strong, could they rival Dustin?

"Dustin, you massacred the Cave, Harmon, and Chandler families. You murdered the General of the West and killed Lord Barbenheim's second son. I hereby declare you as a prime level criminal of the Outlawso Department!" James roared.

"Today, you will be captured, transported to Central Harbor, and sentenced to the thousand cuts punishment!"