My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



"You may leave. I don't help just anyone, and you are far from worthy of receiving my help," said Dustin with a cold and indifferent face. Tyler's face darkened.

"Are you kidding me?" He felt irritated.

"Don't overestimate yourself. You're not even good enough for me to joke around with," Dustin said as if this was common knowledge.

"Let's go," he said.

Homer immediately started the engine and was about to step on the pedal.

"You can't!" Tyler got worked up. He grabbed the car door with both hands and used his strength to pull with force.

Bam!

The door on the right side at the back of the luxurious car was forced open.

After all, he was a ninth grade martial artist, so his strength was far beyond ordinary people's.

"How dare you?!"

Dustin's face turned cold, and he swung his arm in anger.

Whoosh!

The swing of his arm instantly formed a surge of energy that charged toward Tyler.

Tyler was shocked. He felt a sense of danger, so he immediately used all his internal energy to resist.

But as soon as he came in contact with the energy, his resistance instantly crumbled, and he was blown away.

"Cough!" Tyler spat out blood, and he looked at Dustin in disbelief.

He knew that Dustin was far more powerful than him.

But Dustin's strength was way stronger than last time...

What level did he reach this time?

Tyler was even more resolved to seek his help after that.

He gritted his teeth and got up before he threw himself on the ground before Dustin.

"I beg you once again. If you help me, I'll devote myself to you! I'll do anything for you!" he said as he spat out some blood.

Before Dustin spoke, Homer angrily pulled open the car door and got out.

"You're a member of the Thornton family, right? How dare you?!" he yelled at Tyler. He looked very intimidating.

Tyler initially thought that Homer was just Dustin's driver, but his face instantly froze when he glanced at him. "You... you are Homer Freeman!"

He was so shocked that he almost forgot the pain in his body.

Tyler was flabbergasted.

This was the Governor of Grayvale...

With such rank and influence, he was the deputy leader of Grayvale.

Without the Barbenheim Institution, he would be the uncrowned king.

This person was serving as a driver for Dustin?

Tyler felt his brain short-circuit.

Was Dustin not the surviving descendant of the Fox family?

Dustin was so amazing that he had

Martial Saint level at

young age. Tyler was veet

impressed.

But the implications of what he saw were absolutely insane.

A young Martial Saint could not possibly make the Governor of Grayvale humble himself before him.

He suddenly understood that the person whom he decided to beg for help was a frightening person. Dustin also got out of the car. He motioned Homer, who had wanted to cause a scene, to leave.

"So, what do you want me to help you with?" He was slightly interested.

"I want you to help me become stronger!" Tyler forced out the words.

Dustin looked at him in understanding.

"Why would you beg for my help?" he asked.

To outsiders, he was only as strong as a sovereign grade fighter.

If Tyler was really interested in

becomin

stronger, he should have

gone to a well-known

swnowaint.

"Because my instinct tells me that only you can help me improve quickly!" Tyler said.

Dustin did not say anything to that.

"Just now, you said if I help you,

I

you a do anything? What if I

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Tyler's face stiffened at that.

Conflicting emotions warred within him, and his expression constantly changed.

A moment later, his face twisted, and he abruptly lifted a hand to hit himself.