My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness novel Chapter 435

Dustin was simply too arrogant.

Yet, Wilhelm gave it some more thought and decided that this was a good opportunity to show Dustin what he was made of. He would be able to teach Dustin a lesson and also make it easier for him to warn him.

Wilhelm eyed Nolan.

“Clear the place of people,” he ordered.

Nolan quickly nodded.

“Everyone, the fights at the stadium have come to an end for today. The stadium has experienced extensive damage, so we will be undergoing a period of renovation. Please leave the premises to avoid the dust and debris,” Nolan announced loudly to the audience.

Some staff members showed up to usher the crowd away.

From the looks of it, they were ready to use force if the audience was reluctant to leave.

The audience was hesitant, but they had no choice but to leave.

As they left, they were still discussing the mysterious, young Martial Saint who had shown up.

Soon, the stadium was emptied of people other than members of the black market.

“Have some of the branch’s initiates come forward,” Wilhelm said to a masked man.

The masked man nodded and left.

After a while, three Martial Saints strode out.

“A Novice Martial Saint, an Intermediate Martial Saint, and an Advanced Martial Saint.” With just one look at the people who walked out, Dustin identified their Martial Saint level.

Colin was an Intermediate Martial Saint. Along with the masked men, there were a total of five Martial Saints present.

Normally, it was rare to find even one Martial Saint.

Yet, the North Border branch actually had five of them…

Dustin had to say that this black market branch was really quite powerful.

This was only a branch, too. It was said that the headquarters of the black market was abroad. Who knew what sort of power was hidden there?

“Five Martial Saints…” Dustin raised an eyebrow.

It was truly quite a respectable show for any organization.

Yet, it was still nothing in front of Dustin.

After all, there was not even a Superior Martial Saint here.

“Greetings, Mr. Moreno,” everyone except Dustin said when the man walked in.

Even the Martial Saints did not dare to show the slightest hint of disrespect.

Silas Moreno only nodded and walked over. He stood before the others.

Dustin frowned.

Silas had a very powerful aura about him. He was definitely not someone even a Superior Martial Saint could defeat.

Based on his initial assessment, Dustin felt that Silas had to be an Apex Martial Saint.

He thought that not even the Martial League headquarters had such powerful fighters.

“Is everyone here?” Dustin asked Wilhelm.

“Yes, they are,” Wilhelm said.

“Good.” Dustin nodded.

“Let them all attack me at the same time,” he said evenly.

When he said that, the air in the stadium practically froze.