My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness

"Now, this is what you call a rollercoaster! Absolutely thrilling!" The onlookers were completely absorbed as if they were watching the climax of a blockbuster movie. Some even looked like they wanted to cheer.

The earlier commotion had already left everyone in shock. First, Euphoria Lounge was ordered to shut down. Then, the young heirs of Central Harbor's elite families had decided to personally go up against the mysterious man and had resorted to force to throw him out again.

Who would win this time? And who would walk away humiliated?noveldrama

But this had to be the final showdown.

After all, nearly every young heir with status in the entire area was here. No matter how powerful that man was, there was no way he could stand against so many of them. It was simply impossible.

As more than a dozen men lunged at Dustin with their fists and feet flying toward him, he remained completely unfazed.

Even half-drunk, these ordinary people still could not possibly take him down.

A series of loud thuds echoed through the lounge as punches and kicks clashed in rapid succession.

Yet, shockingly, despite their overwhelming numbers, those men could not do a thing to Dustin.

Within moments, several of them were already sprawled on the floor, groaning in pain, and unable to get back up.

The ones still standing were clutching their aching limbs and shaking their hands. They were keeping their distance from Dustin, and none of them dared to make another move.

This scene made the young heirs from Central Harbor frown deeply.

"Didn't expect this... turns out he actually knows how to fight," Raiden muttered as he narrowed his eyes. His expression darkened.

Unlike the others, he had seen enough to recognize that Dustin could not be dealt with by ordinary men.

"Ha! What does it matter if he knows some martial arts?" One of the Central Harbor's young heirs sneered and stepped forward. He sized Dustin up in open disdain.

“Big deal! I trained under a renowned martial arts master from Honora for years. I've learned actual techniques, not just flashy moves. This guy? He's all show. Let me take care of him."

He positioned himself in what seemed like a practiced stance. He looked every bit the part of a seasoned fighter.

"You should feel honored. It's not everyday someone like me bothers to take someone like you on personally," he said arrogantly as if he was some great martial artist.

"You shall die!" he said and struck. He launched a sharp palm strike straight at Dustin.

The attack was slow, weak, and

Dustin barely spared him a gla et

pointless. Dustin simply lifted his leg

and delivered a direct and effortless

kick.

It was not a fast kick. But somehow, the young heir could not react in time, and

Dustin's foot landed squarely against his waist.

"Argh..."

The arrogant young heir was sent flying, and his body traced a perfect arc through the air before crashing onto the ground with a dull thud. He did not move at all after that

Everyone's faces changed in an instant.

He... Did he just die from a single kick?

"Dustin, why did you hit him so

hard?"

Jovina gasped as her

din panic. "Y-You can eset attack him like that..." Can't

"What? Was I supposed to just stand there and let him hit me?" Dustin asked indifferently.

"Ugh... These people... you can't afford to offend them!" Devina stomped her foot in frustration.

This was a disaster. There was no way they were walking away from this unscathed.

If Dustin had not stepped in for her, she would have bolted from the scene already.

But her conscientiousness was keeping her there. If something really happened to

him because of this, she would never forgive herself.

"Quick! Check on him!" Gus was visibly shaken and shouted to the manager.

If that young heir died from this, he would be in deep trouble.

The manager rushed over and crouched beside the fallen man to check on him.

"Thank god... He's alive... Just unconscious," he said.

The onlookers exhaled in shock. A single kick had sent him flying and knocked him out. What kind of strength was that?

Meanwhile, Gus finally allowed himself to breathe again.