My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness

At the headquarters of Lannopolis's black market was Dustin. He walked out of Orville's luxuriously decorated office and said, "When you find the herb, notify me."

"Don't worry, My Liege, I'll keep an eye out at all times!" Orville bowed and escorted Dustin out.

When Dustin was far from sight, he sighed in relief.

Someone had disrespected the King of Hades in his black market, and this was an unpardonable crime in Hell Hall. Fortunately, Dustin had decided not to pursue this matter, or he would have been dead. Then, Orville's face darkened.

"Pay attention to the happenings around the King of Hades. Don't let any random person disrespect him again!" He told the Hell Hall members of the black market. "The Chandler family has acted ignorantly. Teach them a lesson."

Once he left the black market, Dustin got into a car to return to the West family villa.

He had not managed to find the herb he wanted, so he was not in a good mood.

After he left the downtown area, Dustin scowled.

"These guys seriously overestimate themselves," he said flatly.

With his strength, he could sense that someone was tailing him.

Bam!

The car's tires blew out.

It had not blown out by itself. Someone had shot it.

Whoosh!

Three assassins showed up by the side of the road and charged over aggressively.

Dustin sat still and did not even look at them.

When the three assassins arrived near the car, one Hell Guard showed up like a phantom and moved past them in a flash.

The three assassins fell on the road. They were dead.

Assassins of their level could kill normal people easily, but they were no match for his Hell Guards.

Someone watched from the top of a building in the distance.

It was Frost. With a pair of high-tech binoculars, he saw everything that happened.

"Interesting..." he said flatly.

"Captain, should we attack now?" someone asked from beside him.

"I've locked on the target and can shoot at any time." A sniper lay beside Frost. He had a heavy sniper rifle aimed at Dustin's head.

A bullet from this sniper rifle could pierce through even an armored vehicle.

"Wait a bit longer," Frost said with a faint smile.

Dustin had a bounty of twenty million on his head, and the one who placed such a bounty on him was the Chandler family. It was clear that he was no ordinary man.

He wanted to observe a little longer The harder Dustin was to kill, the easier t would be for him to

negotiate for a higher price after the deed was done.

Whoosh!

After the three assassins failed, more assassins showed up to attack Dustin.

These assassins were clearly more professional than the first three.

Not that it helped them much. They still died at the hands of Dustin's Hell Guards the moment they showed up. "A ninth grade fighter..."

Frost raised an eyebrow in the distance after he managed to decipher the Hell Guard's strength.

It was no wonder Jaxon had offered twenty million. It was because Dustin was protected by a ninth grade fighter.

"Then, twenty million is still too little," he said and chuckled.

A ninth grade fighter was considered an elite among average martial artists. They were worth far more than twenty million. "What a nasty plan you have, Jaxon Chandler." Frost was unbothered.

After he killed Dustin, he could renegotiate the price for his head.

He had God's Lance behind his back and his own prestige as its ace assassin. The Chandler family would not dare offend him.

More assassins showed up. Regardless of whether they were professionals or not, all of them died at the hands of the Hell Guard. Some people lurked in the shadows, but once they saw what had happened to the other assassins, they did not dare show up. Once Frost felt that the time was right, he told the sniper to get ready.

Since Dustin remained in the car without moving, the sniper did not even need to readjust his aim. The moment he received an order he would fire.

"Fire!"