My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness by Autumn Rain

Chapter 342

Waylon and Kenneth were nearly knocked unconscious under the crushing weight of Dustin's foot.

Blood spurted from their lips and their faces were pale as sheets.

Shawna gasped at Dustin's audacity.

She had not expected him to go so far as to pin both of them beneath his foot.

Waylon was the pampered heir of the Riley family, while Kenneth was the eldest son of the influential Dixon family. Offending either of them could only spell trouble for her. "Son of a b*tch! Do you want to die? You're asking for it!" Kenneth roared in pain.

"Mr. Dixon! Call your uncle! Get him to send someone here. Didn't you say he knows the branch leader of the Martial League? Have the leader come here now!" Waylon shouted. "This guy doesn't know his place! We have to teach him a lesson!"

Dustin pressed down harder, and both men howled in pain.

"Brat... I dare you to let me make a call!" Kenneth gritted his teeth.

Dustin's face remained cold, and his foot stayed firmly in place.

The two men writhed beneath him. Their bodies were racked with unbearable pain, and they were almost suffocating.

"Dustin, let them go..." Shawna urged Dustin to stop as she was worried things might escalate beyond her control.

He released his hold.

Kenneth and Waylon gasped for air for a long moment before slowly pulling themselves up. Their expressions were seething with humiliation and anger.

"This ends here. We're leaving." Shawna grabbed Dustin's arm and pulled him toward the exit.

you can just walk away?" Kenneth's face twisted with venomous

Mr. Dixon on purpose?" Waylon was hoping to stoke

snapped. Her

His figure blurred as he moved and reappeared in front of

by the collar and lifted him

flailed in panic, and his legs

Dixon! Help me!!!"

out his phone and dialed

"Uncle! Bring

League people

Ds the Regal Restaurant

here

Sue phone.

away!" he yelled

Waylon like

you would've been dead

would be killed by the Hell Guards without

himself back. He could not simply kill

small fry like Waylon was not

flicked his wrist, and

of blue. It

in great

belongs to en.kikist

onto the floor. His body went

Waylon was unable to