My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness

John Donner was a name synonymous with power and fear in Grayvale. He was a renowned martial artist who had reached the esteemed sovereign grade.

His reputation spanned decades, and his influence on Grayvale was absolute. He was simply known as Master Donner.

John was not just a man of influence. He was an untouchable force. Whether in legitimate circles or the underground, there was no one who dared to disrespect him.

As his arrival at the Riley family villa drew near, the atmosphere grew heavy. It was suffused with an invisible pressure that seemed to pierce through the walls. It was suffocating, like a tangible aura of dominance that preceded the man himself.

When John finally stepped into the villa, Dustin could hear his deliberate breathing. Each breath was perfectly measured.

It was a hallmark of a martial artist grandmaster. It was a breathing technique designed to amplify strength with every step. John was building his power with each step, and his potential devastation grew stronger as he approached.

By the time he reached the hall of the Riley family villa, he would be at the pinnacle of his form. He would be unstoppable and devastating.

"My brother, you're just in time!" Archie greeted him with an ingratiating smile.

John's icy face remained unmoved. He did not even look at Archie, let alone acknowledge him.

"John, today is a day of celebration, but an arrogant brat dared disrupt the occasion. He's got some skills, enough to deal with my men, but nothing you can't handle. I was just about to call for you when you arrived..." Archie prattled on as he reached out to pat John's shoulder.

Suddenly, John's sharp gaze turned cold and menacing.

It was the gaze of a man who carried a threat in his eyes.

Archie froze, and his face drained of color.

John brushed past him and stepped into the hall of the Riley family villa.

"Mr. Donner..." One of the Riley family members stepped forward and bowed low.

"Get out of my way."

The icy words cut through the air like a blade. The Riley family members recoiled as they were too frightened to respond.

"Mr. Donner, it was me who sent word to invite you here..." Waylon stepped forward and was eager to claim credit.

Thud!

Without warning, John backhanded him. The strike was so forceful that Waylon was sent flying. He crashed head-first into the ornamental rock garden in the courtyard. Blood poured from his head.

Waylon was dumbfounded. The pain barely registered over his confusion.

What was happening? This was not how things were supposed to go... Bam!

With a booming step, John entered the hall of the Riley family villa. The floor beneath his feet cracked, and it sent fragments of stone flying as a sudden gust of wind whipped through the room. The sheer force

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of his presence was overwhelming.

Dustin's brows furrowed as he watched.

"That's..."

Clayton stared at John. His expression was a mix of awe and terror.

Distinguished guests from the Finn family, who had come for the engagement, were equally stunned.

"That energy... has Master Donner broken through again?" one of them murmured with a trembling voice.

The words fell like a bombshell.

John had already been a sovereign grade fighter of unparalleled renown for years.

He had ascended to an even higher level!

Many in the room looked exhilarated. Their spirits soared at the thought of such a legendary figure reaching new heights.

His name was a symbol of Grayvale's pride!

Step by step, John closed the distance. Finally, he stopped in the center of the hall.

His presence was nearly at its zenith, as if he were a storm ready to unleash its full fury.

"You must be Dustin, the surviving descendant of the Fox family," John said. His piercing gaze locked onto Dustin. The oppressive energy that radiated from him seemed to zero in on its target.

The room erupted in murmurs of disbelief.

John had come for Dustin.

He was not here for the day's events. He was certainly not here to fight on Archie's behalf.

One was a legendary martial artist whose name carried immense respect across Grayvale. The other... a lowly security guard brought along by Shawna. What possible connection could there be between them?

He was a Legendary Martial Saint. Yet, he seemed to have come specifically for a mere security guard...

“Mr. Donner, if our security guard

has offended you in any way, please, feel free to deal with him however you see fit. He's nothing more than a lowly servant-entirely disposable," Clayton said cautiously,

At that, John let out a low and derisive chuckle as a mocking gleam shone in his eyes.