My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness

Blood spurted under the light of the moon. Crimson seemed to be the only color in the McCall family villa's garden.

Dustin moved like a lightning strike.

No one could see him clearly because of how quickly he moved. No one could stop his blade. He danced amid the blooms of blood and painted a beautiful picture of violence.

The assassins used to be grim reapers in their own right. Yet, they were currently powerless and fell just as easily as ants.

As Dustin's blade flashed, more and more people kept falling.

Some died with their faces filled with terror. Their deaths were pitiful.

Some died with their eyes bulging in shock at the horror of Dustin's attacks.

Some died wearing an expression of deep remorse and regret for losing their lives in vain.

The members of the McCall family were flabbergasted at the sight. Every single onlooker was.

No one had ever imagined that they would be seeing such a sight.

Never before had so many assassins gathered to attack the same person.

Yet, numbers meant nothing at that moment. They were just sacrificial lambs served up on a platter to Dustin.

No one had dared to imagine that such skilled assassins would end up so powerless even when gathered together.

After a long while, the garden regained its former calm.

With a clatter, Dustin threw aside his blade and resumed his seat.

The noise startled everyone.

They looked at the scene in the garden and felt their mouths go dry. None of them could speak.

Corpses were piled in the garden like mountains.

None of the assassins had survived!

As for Dustin, who was sitting in the gazebo, he looked calm as ever. He seemed as though he had completed a small chore. His clothes were still spotless. Not even a drop of blood had landed on him.

There was no noise in the garden for a long, long time.

The onlookers did not know how they felt. They only sensed a kind of panic within themselves. They were unable to speak.

This was not what they had expected to happen. The reality of it made them stare and tremble.

Dustin had used his formidable skills to prove everyone wrong and shut them up.

No one dared to mock him anymore.

What kind of person was Dustin, anyway? Compared to those assassins, he seemed more like a god of death.

How could a person have such terrifying power?

[Dustin met the attacks of more than

fifty high level assassins and

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defeated all of them.] One of the black market's officials reported to the forum.

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[The battle tasted five minutes. All

the assassins have perished, with no survivors. Among the deceased are five international elite assassins.]

After the report was posted, every member of the black market forum was struck dumb.

However, chaos erupted not long after.

Everyone was shocked and in disbelief.

There had been so many high-level assassins, with five elite assassins among them. That was an

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Yet, they had all been massacred by a single person in five minutes.

How was this possible? It was not!

They could not believe that it had happened for real and suspected that the official had falsified his report.

Yet, a witness quickly verified it. Every detail was true. The witness also posted a picture of the corpse-ridden garden.

The forum was a flurry of activity. Everyone was taken aback by Dustin's might.

"I heard that Dustin is a Martial Saint. But he can't be this powerful!"

"How powerful... is he?"

Many people could not wrap their heads around this truth.

How could Dustin withstand so many assassins? Even a Martial Saint would have expired from fatigue.

Besides, those five international elite assassins were nearly at the Martial Saint level.

Jonathan and Allison stood together in a corner.

Jonathan stroked his beard as he smiled. He mumbled something about how Dustin would make a wonderful grandson-in-law. Allison's heart raced as she watched Dustin.

He was so powerful and so handsome...