My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



In a luxurious villa compound of Grayvale's West River Institution, Dustin's villa was surrounded by a swarm of people.

They were representatives of various powerful factions from Grayvale.

Their aggressiveness was evident. They wanted to conquer the villa and capture anyone associated with Dustin. In doing so, they hoped to curry favor with the General of the West to protect themselves.

The Western Forces encircled the city, and Gary was at the peak of his power. Given the choice between offending the surviving descendant of the Fox family or the General of the West, no one hesitated to side with the latter.

To many people in Grayvale, Gary was an insurmountable force and a figure commanding a military force, while Dustin was merely the last survivor of a fallen family. The comparison was not even close.

With the factions acting in unison, the mob vastly outnumbered Dustin's staff in the villa, with a hundred men for every servant.

"The last descendant of the Fox family must die. Who are you to stop us? Step aside or suffer the consequences!" one man bellowed in disdain.

"Mr. Fox isn't here. None of you will set foot in this residence today," a servant said and stepped forward without fear.

"Who are you to stop us?" someone barked.

“Just a humble cleaner of this villa," the servant said flatly.

"A cleaner? Does a cleaner dare stand in our way? You're asking for it!" The mob jeered and scoffed.

But the cleaner remained silent and unmoved at the entrance to the villa. If they wanted entry, they would have to step over his dead body.

"Kill him! A mere cleaner dares stop us?!" someone shouted.

One of the factions sent a burly man forward with a massive iron hammer in hand.

He approached the servant menacingly and raised the hammer high to strike.

The people from the various factions could barely see the cleaner move.

The man with the hammer froze mid-swing. His body stiffened before he collapsed backward.

The crowd behind him was stunned. They rushed forward to check on him.

A single, distinct line of blood marked his neck, and he was dead.

The crowd was in shock.noveldrama

How could Dustin's cleaner be so powerful?

"Who are you? You're no ordinary cleaner!" someone said accusingly.

"How could someone with such prowess be a cleaner?"

"I told you. I'm just a cleaner," the servant said. "But anyone who tries to trespass will die here."

Among those present were several

martial artists, their strengths ranging between seventh and eighth grades. The strike was so fast, precise, and deadly that they barely even saw it.

"This

the

Son's strength is at least in

grade!" an authoritative

artist declared, which

left the

crowd stunned.

"I told you, I'm just a humble cleaner in Mr. Fox's villa. My task is no more than sweeping the floor and cleaning things here.

"But if anyone dares to force their way in, there will be no mercy."

A murderous aura emanated from him, which sent chills through the crowd.

"The energy he radiates... it's terrifying!" Even the most seasoned martial artists were shocked.

For a moment, everyone speculated about his identity.

"Hmph! Let me deal with him!" A lean old man stepped out from the crowd with a cold face.

"That's the Sword Sage! He's a renowned ninth grade fighter!" someone exclaimed.

The crowd felt relieved.

Surely, even this formidable

"cleaner" could not stand against the

Sword Sage, a renowned martial

artist who had been famous for his

skills for decades.