My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness

The scene left a few people gasping in shock.

At that moment, seven attackers from the back had already reached Dustin. They threw punches, kicks, and elbowed him to try to incapacitate him.

An average person would not stand a chance against the barrage. There was no way to dodge so many attacks at once.

Yet, Dustin's eyes gleamed. Instead of retreating, his hands shot out with astonishing speed and strength. He effortlessly blocked each strike from the seven attackers.

His movements were unnervingly fast. With nothing but his bare hands, he neutralized all seven attackers' blows. Then, his fists lashed out in all directions.

"Argh..."

"Ugh..."

Pained screams filled the air as the seven men were sent flying and crashed in all directions.

"Holy sh*t!"

Several men in the crowd gaped in disbelief.

Some of the women covered their mouths as their eyes widened.

One man against so many...

Dustin had not even left his spot. Meanwhile, all eight men were sprawled on the

floor and groaning in agony.

How was that even possible?

Was this a scene from an action movie?

The onlookers were stunned. Never in their lives had they seen someone this skilled. He took down the eight lounge bouncers like they were nothing.

...

"What the hell? Is this guy some kind of martial artist?"

"There's no way someone this strong actually exists in this world!"

All eyes were glued to Dustin, who remained seated, and his expression was as calm as ever.

"Damn, Dustin! That was lit!" Devina gasped and looked at him in admiration.

"How the hell did you do that? Did you secretly train in some martial arts technique? I've never seen anyone this powerful before!"

She suddenly realized just how little she knew about him. He was an incredibly powerful and mysterious man.

"This... this can't be real..."

The bartender and Brad, who had been eagerly waiting for Dustin to get beaten to a pulp, stood frozen. Their jaws slackened, and their expressions shifted from shock to pure terror.

They had expected Dustin to be crushed. Brad had even been fantasizing about

all the ways he could torment Dustin once he was captured.

Never did they think this would happen instead...

One man against eight!

He had not even broken a sweat...

Had he actually mastered some kind of combat technique, like the martial artists found in novels?

After the scene, the lounge fell into a stunned silence.

Everyone saw Dustin casually reach over the counter, grab a bottle of whiskey, pour himself a glass, and Kea sip. It seemed like he could just keep drinking forever.

"You son of a b*tch! This guy's a monster!" The leader lay on the floor and cursed through gritted teeth.

"Call for backup! Now!" he roared. "Get everyone from the dance hall and the private club! We need to put this b*stard in his place!

"I dont ef he took down eight of

us! Let's see how he handles thirty, or fifty men! We have

enough

men to bury him alive!"een Fe

The bartender snapped back to reality and hurriedly took out his phone.

"I dare you to wait right here!" he spat at Dustin.

"Things are about to get messy..." The crowd exchanged glances.

Since Euphoria Lounge opened, there had never been a disturbance like this.

This guy was strong, but could he really go up against an elite family?

He had a death wish...noveldrama