Semua Bab My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness: Bab 641 - Bab 650

“Wolfin! Come out now!” Killian bellowed at the top of his lungs. Thud... Thud... Thud... The sound of unhurried yet rhythmic footsteps echoed. A tall and imposing man emerged from the shadows. His sharp and penetrating gaze brimmed with an oppressive aura. Danger radiated from every inch of him. “Hm?” Drake frowned as he studied the man with wariness. Drake sensed his strong, murderous intent, and the energy emanating from him was far beyond any ordinary person’s. He was dangerous. Wolfin’s face remained cold as his intrigued gaze fell on Dustin and Drake. He raised an eyebrow when he sensed Drake’s formidable energy. But Dustin’s energy was ordinary, and he seemed like a weak nobody. So, Wolfin barely paid any attention to him. Killian’s confidence surged with Wolfin’s presence. “Dustin, do you even know who Wolfin is? “He’s one of the deadliest assassins from the most elite assassin organization. He’s ranked in the top ten on the international a

“Wolfin… actually lost…” Killian’s face twisted in disbelief as he froze on the spot. An international assassin ranked in the top ten, who was known as the infamous “King of Killers,” had never failed a mission before. Killian had spent a fortune to hire him. He could not wrap his head around it. How could an assassin of such caliber fail? How did this happen? All he had seen was Wolfin charging toward Dustin, ready to strike, only to suddenly stop as if petrified by some unimaginable horror. The next moment, Dustin’s bodyguard kicked him to his knees. As an ordinary man, Killian could not fathom what Wolfin had just experienced, nor the reason for his terror. All he knew was this: Wolfin had failed! “You... you’re really just a physician?” Wolfin asked in a trembling voice with a pale face as he stared at Dustin in shock. That horrifying aura moments ago had left him unable to breathe. Who would have guessed that the Medical Sage was an unfathomably p

Ring! Ring! Dustin was just about to leave when a phone suddenly started ringing. He glanced at the ground and spotted a phone lying there. It must have fallen from Killian’s pockets when he was dragged away earlier. Drake walked over, picked up the phone, and handed it to Dustin. The screen displayed an incoming call from “Steven Lynch.” Dustin’s face was cold as he clicked on the answer button. “How did it go?” asked a deep voice from the other end. Dustin did not respond but instead signaled Drake with a look. Drake nodded and stepped aside. “Killian, I’m asking you! How did it go?” Steven’s voice grew heavier and more impatient. “Did Dustin die by Wolfin’s hands or not?” When his repeated questions received no answer, Steven grew angry. “Kid, how dare you ignore me? Gotten bold, have you?” Finally, Dustin said, “Killian can’t answer you. I’ll answer instead.” “Hm?” Steven immediately stiffened, and his tone turned wary. “Who are you?”

The next day, Dustin followed Simone to work as usual. Peace Hospital was thriving. Not only was it the most sought-after hospital in the region, but patients from all over the country also flocked there for treatment. In stark contrast, the main Langley family’s Goodwill Hospital was desolate. Its outpatient and inpatient departments were practically empty. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before Goodwill Hospital was forced to shut down. The main Langley family was anxious, but they had no viable solutions. When Dustin stepped into Simone’s office, she was on the phone. “Simone, the Clarke family patriarch, Hayden Clarke, has stormed into the Langley family villa! He smashed down the front gate and demanded to know who sent his son to prison. He’s threatening to tear that person apart… “Whatever you do, don’t come back! Both you and Dustin need to lie low for now!” Monique hung up in a rush and left Simone frozen with the phone in her hand. She had

Bam! Bam! Bam! Chaos erupted in the Langley family villa’s hall. More than a dozen fighters moved to attack Dustin, but Drake stepped in to block their way. Initially, they did not take him seriously and sent two men to deal with him. That decision quickly backfired. Drake moved like a phantom, and those fighters could not even see how he struck. “Argh…” Cries of pain echoed one after another as the Clarke family’s fighters collapsed and writhed in agony. In less than thirty seconds, no one was left standing. “What?!” Hayden could no longer maintain his composure. The teacup in his hand slipped onto the floor. His face contorted in shock and fury as he watched his men fall one by one. They had all been defeated in the blink of an eye. He scrutinized Drake and Dustin with a grave face. Only then did he understand why his son had failed. “Who exactly are you?” Hayden asked as his sharp eyes locked onto Drake. “With your skills, why would you fol