My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness

Ring! Ring!

Dustin was just about to leave when a phone suddenly started ringing.

He glanced at the ground and spotted a phone lying there.

It must have fallen from Killian's pockets when he was dragged away earlier.

Drake walked over, picked up the phone, and handed it to Dustin.

The screen displayed an incoming call from "Steven Lynch."

Dustin's face was cold as he clicked on the answer button.

"How did it go?" asked a deep voice from the other end.

Dustin did not respond but instead signaled Drake with a look.

Drake nodded and stepped aside.

"Killian, I'm asking you! How did it go?" Steven's voice grew heavier and more impatient.

"Did Dustin die by Wolfin's hands or not?"

When his repeated questions received no answer, Steven grew angry.

"Kid, how dare you ignore me? Gotten bold, have you?"

Finally, Dustin said, “Killian can't answer you. I'll answer instead."noveldrama

“Hm?” Steven immediately stiffened, and his tone turned wary.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Dustin Fox," said Dustin and slowly enunciated each word.

The line went silent for a moment.

"You're... still alive?" Steven sounded stunned.

They had enlisted one of the top-ten assassins on the assassins leaderboard from the infamous Breaking Wolf organization, yet even that was not enough to take Dustin down!

Steven's composure faltered.

The surviving descendant of the Fox family had long been dismissed as inconsequential.

Over the years, many forces involved in the Fox family massacre had been searching for him. They had hoped to capture him and suck up to the Divine Hall.

But the series of shocking events from Lannopolis and Grayvale had left these forces shaken.

The once-insignificant orphan had grown into a formidable force and wielded power comparable to that of a Martial Saint...

Several forces that had been

involved in the massacre were already destroyed. This sent ripples of fear through the remaining

groups, including the Lynch family.

When rumors emerged that Dustin was heading to Hattan, the Lynch family decided to strike preemptively.

Steven was responsible for

orchestrating the attack. He had et

thought bringing in Wolfin would gee Dustin's demise. But that

plan had evidently failed.

"So, you're Dustin, huh?" Steven sneered. His tone was venomous. "You got lucky

this time, but luck won't save you forever!"

"There's no need to wait for next time," Dustin said calmly and hung up.

Drake had already traced Steven's location through the phone signal.

He was nearby. He was probably waiting to confirm Dustin's death and search his body to claim the Fox family's treasure.

In a modest rural house about six miles away, Steven sat with a grim expression as he stared at his phone.

"Among the top ten assassins on the assassins leaderboard, my foot! What a waste of fame,” he spat and was ready to leave.

Wolfin's failure to kill Dustin meant he had to report back to the family elders and devise a new plan.

Just as he took about two steps, Steven's face suddenly darkened, and he turned sharply toward the door.

There was movement outside. Someone was clearly approaching.

He slid a gun out from his sleeve and aimed it at the door. His finger was on the trigger, and he was ready to fire at any moment if someone appeared.

Although the Lynch family was a martial family and Steven was a powerful Martial Saint, he had no intention of using martial arts.

Because the gun was loaded with custom bullets designed for martial artists, it could pierce the protective pure energy of a Martial Saint.

But no one appeared. The people outside seemed content to surround the house without making a move.

Steven frowned as he sensed

strength from the auras outside. He

stashed the gun, pulled up a chair, and sat facing the door. He was waiting for their leader to show themselves.