My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness by Autumn Rain

Chapter 269

Twenty years of blood and hatred. A grudge that spanned two decades.

Burdened with the heavy responsibility for revenge, Dustin never stopped thinking about his duty.

At this moment, his enemy was right in front of him. There was no way he was going to leave him alive.

Laughter rang out.

After his bout of rage, Ignatius suddenly burst into chortles.

"You're the last surviving descendant of the Fox family. What makes you think you can seek your revenge against the Harmon family? You're asking for death! "Capture him!"

When Ignatius gave his order, a group of the Harmon family's fighters instantly rushed forward to surround Dustin.

Dustin could not even be bothered to make a move.

"Don't kill him yet. Just break his limbs," Ignatius said coldly. "Since he dared to kill my Patrick, I'll make sure he's tortured to the brink of insanity before I kill him." About a dozen of the Harmon family's fighters quickly rushed toward Dustin.

They were elite fighters who had gone through the Harmon family's rigorous training. There was no way they would not be able to crush Dustin when they attacked all at once.

"All those who stand in my way must die!"

Dustin struck instantly with an icy face.

He was like a phantom as he struck out in the blink of an eye.

Harmon family's fighters froze. Their faces

the next moment, they were all on

uproar in the

one had even seen Dustin attack. He was that

knew how powerful the Harmon family's fighters were. Most

was clear that Dustin was a skilled

is not an ordinary person!" said someone from the crowd. His face turned solemn when he saw

Above that would be the exceptional sovereign grade. This surviving descendant of the Fox family must be at least a seventh grade fighter!" said a distinguished, middle-aged man. He was not an ordinary person, either, but he had been taken aback by

such skill at such a young age in Lovellia.

fighter at this

many of

can there? There are

of ninth grade fighters.

If e

at such

young age, wouldn't he become a ninth grade fighter in just a few years?" one

was grim as he listened to the discussion

an eighth grade fighter himself. Naturally, he could

broken through to the

crept into his

was allowed to

"Dustin, I'll fight you!"

from his seat.

he made was a killing blow. He did not