My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness novel Chapter 434

There was no way Nolan was going to ignore Dustin’s order this time.

He immediately ran off to notify the branch leader.

“Who is that person, really?” Everyone was looking at Dustin in curiosity.

“There are only a handful of Martial Saints that young! But I’ve never heard of anyone with the last name ‘Fox.’”

“It has to be a fake name. I’m 80% sure of it. I’m even more certain that he’s a prodigy from one of the top families in Central Harbor.”

“I wonder why such an amazing person with such great power is here in Grayvale?”

Everyone was engrossed in the discussion.

After a while, the stadium suddenly fell into silence.

The branch leader of North Border had arrived.

This was yet another legendary person.

The black market branch leader of North Border was Wilhelm Proud.

He had managed to climb from the bottom rung of the ladder to the position of branch leader of North Border despite not being a martial artist. It was an admirable feat.

“Dustin Fox, surviving descendant of the Fox family. Why have you come to see me?” Wilhelm asked impassively.

As the branch leader of North Border, Wilhelm was very well-informed. Naturally, he knew exactly who Dustin was.

Of course, he did not always show his hand.

“It’s a difficult feat to see you,” Dustin said pointedly.

Wilhelm might not have shown himself if Dustin had not nearly torn down the stadium.

Nolan was in a corner with his head lowered and was sweating hard.

He never imagined that this was Dustin, the man who had killed Arthur Williams.

According to rumors, Dustin had also decimated the Harmon family. Even the General of the West had not been able to handle him.

“Mr. Proud…” Colin staggered over and saluted Wilhelm.

“Mr. Maitland, you did well,” Wilhelm said with a smile.

“Mr. Proud, if you had shown up earlier, I wouldn’t have had to suffer so much.” Colin smiled bitterly.

“I’ll say it again. I want to know where my sister is!” His gaze was aggressive.

Wilhelm frowned. His face darkened.

“If you want, my branch can help you find her. However, I cannot guarantee that we will be able to.” He was still faking ignorance.

Dustin’s face turned stormy as he looked around.

“How many of the martial artists of the North Border branch are Martial Saints?” he asked.

Wilhelm was stunned by this question.

“Why are you asking this?”

“Ask them all to come out,” Dustin said. “Later, when you have no more Martial Saints left, you might be persuaded to tell me the truth.”

“You!” Wilhelm was flabbergasted.

Did Dustin really plan on slaughtering all the Martial Saints present?

Dustin was underestimating the North Border branch.