My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness novel Chapter 309

Tyler’s square face immediately darkened. His eyes narrowed into a sharp glare.

“Who is it? Who’s your fiance? Show him to me! I need to see the man so I can break every bone in his body!” Tyler growled through gritted teeth.

Dustin glanced at him briefly.

His martial arts prowess was indeed superior to the other so-called young prodigies of Grayvale there.

Reaching ninth grade at his age would be remarkable even in Central Harbor.

But unfortunately, he was only a love-struck fool.

Pursuing Allison for years despite constant rejection was hardly the disposition of a true top prodigy.

“Tyler, my personal matters are none of your concern!” Allison snapped. Her cold face reflected an unmistakable anger.

“Tell me now! I want to see the fool who thinks he can take what’s mine!” Tyler said unrelentingly as his face turned stormy.

“Is it you? Or you? Maybe you?” He pointed his finger toward the group of men standing closest to Allison. No one dared to answer him.

His finger finally turned toward Dustin.

Dustin stood closest to Allison.

“Is it you?” Tyler asked coldly as his piercing gaze locked onto Dustin.

“Tyler, don’t you dare do anything,” Allison said coldly. “Or you’ll only bring trouble upon yourself.”

Tyler chuckled mockingly. Her reaction had already confirmed it for him.

“I thought your fiance would be someone impressive… but this? A scrawny weakling? This is the man you chose?” Tyler laughed scornfully.

The crowd exchanged knowing glances, and excitement flickered in their eyes.

The drama was unfolding before them.

“Put your finger down. I don’t like people pointing at me,” Dustin narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

“Oh?” Tyler sneered. He kept his finger pointed in mock defiance.

“What if I don’t? You’ve got some nerve stealing my woman! Do you want to die?” he asked threateningly.

Dustin smiled faintly.

So, this person was not going to listen.

That left Dustin with no choice…

Tyler’s shock turned to rage as he snapped back to reality.

This had never happened before. In all his sparring matches and battles with martial artists of his age in Grayvale, he had never even gotten injured.

But this brat had dared to cut his finger off?!

At the same time, he was deeply shocked.

What kind of speed was that?

It was so uncanny that he could not even see the person clearly, let alone react.

He was a ninth grade martial artist. He should have been able to at least track the person’s movements.

“You… you’re dead!” he spat venomously.

He bent down and retrieved his severed finger. He inspected it briefly before attempting to reattach it.

“Impressive... That blade is incredibly fast and sharp. Such a pity it’s going to be destroyed by my hands.

“Allison, this guy isn’t worth your time. Let me deal with him for you.”

Tyler’s tone was laced with malice as his aura flared violently with the promise of incoming devastation.