My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



But Dustin stood tall. He looked completely healthy and unharmed. It unsettled the crowd to see him this way.

Only the members of the McCall family remained calm.

They knew all too well how terrifying Dustin could be.noveldrama

"A man whose strength rivals the Five Supremes is not someone even the General of the West can control," remarked Jonathan with a faint smile.

"What about the Western Forces? Why haven't they responded? How could they let him waltz in here?" someone asked as they scanned the room in disbelief.

"The Western Forces have withdrawn from Grayvale, and they won't be returning," Dustin said indifferently.

"W-Withdrawn?" The disbelief in the room was palpable.

Messengers were sent out immediately to verify the claim, and they returned just as quickly.

“The four battalions of the Western Forces have fully withdrawn to the Southwestern Shura Territories..."

The confirmation left everyone even more bewildered.

Such a massive troop was gone without even an explanation?

The General of the West had always held a grudge. How could he possibly let Dustin go?

They speculated endlessly, but no one dared entertain the idea that Gary might be dead.

"To think... even the General couldn't finish Dustin off..."

"If he couldn't handle him, what hope do we have?" murmured the crowd among themselves and retreated.

“Leaving? Isn't it a little too late for that?" Dustin smirked coldly and raised his hand.

In an instant, the servants from the villa moved. Each of the dozen men positioned themselves to encircle the crowd.

"Ha! A dozen people think they can stop hundreds of us? What arrogance! Numbers beat skill any day!" one man said loudly. "Cross the line, and you'll die," Dustin's voice was cold.

"You think you can kill everyone here?" said another man and scoffed.

Dustin did not even spare him a glance.

A moment later, a shadow streaked past, and the man's head rolled to the ground before anyone could react.

The message was clear. Dustin was not playing. No one else dared speak.

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"What do you want, Dustin?" demanded the leader of one of the factions. "Surely, you're not planning to kill us all?"

Dustin's face remained cold.

"Wiping out everyone here would be a waste of effort," Dustin said nonchalantly.

"Who led this operation?" he turned and asked.

A servant immediately pointed out several individuals within the crowd.

"Kill them," Dustin said.

The servants sprang into action.

The marked individuals did not even have time to scream before their heads fell on the ground with the terror frozen on their faces.

This demonstration left no room for resistance. The remaining people dared not move a muscle.

"Those who made the most noise to add fuel to the fire... wipe them out," Dustin said coldly.

A group of Hell Guards emerged. Their terrifying strength sent chills down the crowd.

They could only watch in horror as the Hell Guard's descended into the crowd and cut through men like a scythe through grass. Each was an unparalleled master, with no one able to withstand even a single strike.

It was undeniable. These individuals were ninth grade fighters at the least.

The air filled with screams, and the villa grounds were painted in blood.

Within minutes, entire factions that once held sway over Grayvale were utterly obliterated. Their power was broken without the faintest

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The remaining survivors were ashen-faced, and regret was etched on their faces.

They wished they had never come to this ill-fated gathering...

"All the people involved in this operation will pay the price," Dustin said coldly.

His declaration sealed their fate.

Grayvale would see a mass upheaval in the coming days. Major factions would be crushed, and their influence would be crushed.