All Chapters of My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness: Chapter 401 - Chapter 410

Dustin walked forward. Step by step, Dustin walked toward the towering platform where Gary was. Gary remained seated. He smirked as he watched Dustin approach. The soldiers of the Western Forces wanted to stop Dustin, but Gary waved them off. He did not seem concerned about the threat Dustin may pose to him. It was not long before Dustin reached the base of the platform. With a light leap, he soared through the air and landed gracefully on the twenty-foot-high platform as if he were weightless. The two men faced each other at such a close range for the first time. Their eyes met, and the tension between them crackled like a storm. Gary grinned. Boom! In an instant, a surge of powerful energy erupted from his body. It was overwhelming and terrifying. Gary bore the four-star insignia and commanded the formidable Western Forces of a hundred thousand soldiers. He was not an ordinary man. Only when his immense power burst forth, the soldiers looked on in shoc

To the military, the Dragon Warlord Token was the ultimate authority! The Western Forces had no choice but to obey. “Western Forces, arrest the General!” Dustin ordered coldly as he held the Dragon Warlord Token aloft. The soldiers hesitated. They felt conflicted. Gary was their leader. He was the man who had raised and guided them. But they had to turn against him. “What do you intend to do with the General?” the soldier standing closest to Dustin asked him. He was the deputy general of the Western forces. Gary himself gave him that position. “That’s not for you to question,” Dustin said coldly. “Whoever defies me shall die!” The deputy general sighed helplessly. “The Dragon Warlord has spoken. Arrest the General immediately. Disobedience will be met with execution!” he shouted. “Understood!” Most of the soldiers turned their weapons toward the helicopter. To the soldiers of Lovellia, the Dragon Warlord Token outranked even the highest orders

In a luxurious villa compound of Grayvale’s West River Institution, Dustin’s villa was surrounded by a swarm of people. They were representatives of various powerful factions from Grayvale. Their aggressiveness was evident. They wanted to conquer the villa and capture anyone associated with Dustin. In doing so, they hoped to curry favor with the General of the West to protect themselves. The Western Forces encircled the city, and Gary was at the peak of his power. Given the choice between offending the surviving descendant of the Fox family or the General of the West, no one hesitated to side with the latter. To many people in Grayvale, Gary was an insurmountable force and a figure commanding a military force, while Dustin was merely the last survivor of a fallen family. The comparison was not even close. With the factions acting in unison, the mob vastly outnumbered Dustin’s staff in the villa, with a hundred men for every servant. “The last descendant of the Fox family

“What did you say?!” In a presidential suite of a luxurious hotel, Elijah, who was enjoying a bath with a beautiful woman, immediately stiffened upon hearing the news. “Dustin isn’t even there. Those families still can’t break into the villa?” Elijah’s expression darkened as he stood up from the bath. “Mr. Elijah, you can’t really blame those people,” his man said with a helpless expression. “Who could have guessed that a mere cleaner in that villa was a ninth grade fighter…” he added with a bitter smile. Elijah furrowed his brows. “Did my father leave those people for him?” he asked in displeasure. Elijah had heard from the Wyatt sisters that Lucas had left Dustin with some loyal subordinates, and their prowess was impressive. “Even so, it might have been just one ninth grade fighter. How could one person stop so many people?” Elijah still could not believe it. “It’s not just one person, Mr. Elijah...” The man hesitated. “There are fifteen in total. They a

A group of young men arrived at the entrance of Dustin’s villa in West River Institution. “Excuse me, could you please inform Mr. Dustin that Henry and his friends are here to see him,” Henry said respectfully to the servant sweeping the area by the gate. Even though it was just a cleaner, the men treated him with utmost respect. They knew full well that even a cleaner here was a ninth grade fighter. They were a figure of prestige in any other part of Grayvale. “One moment, please,” the cleaner said before putting down the broom and heading into the villa. “Henry? Who’s that?” Dustin asked with a frown after he was informed of the visitors. He was in the middle of explaining a martial arts technique to Tyler. “Have you forgotten, Mr. Fox? Henry is the leader of the Grayvale’s martial aristocracy,” Tyler said with a bow. Only then did Dustin recall him. Allison had once taken him to confront Grayvale’s martial aristocracy in a gambling match, where he had encou