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.

all on the floor, and none of them

an uproar in the

had even seen Dustin attack. He

the Harmon family's fighters were.

clear that Dustin

person!" said someone from the crowd. His face turned solemn when he

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 Dustin's prowess in

was rare to see someone of such skill at such a young age in Lovellia. It would

seventh grade fighter at this

can't be many of them

can there? There are

ninth grade

If e

at such

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

as he listened to

eighth grade fighter himself. Naturally, he could see that Dustin's skills

fifty years old when he had broken through to the seventh

crept

Dustin was allowed

"Dustin, I'll fight you!"

from his seat. He shot toward

at all. Every move he