My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness

The way Anson had changed tracks made Timothy feel betrayed.

"It's too early to say who might regret things at this point." Anson only smiled in response.

In the past, he had used the Bones family's influence. But he had to make an immediate decision here.

There was no way the Bones family could compete with the leader of the Martial League.

Dustin might become the official leader of the Martial League with the power of the Martial League's Supreme Token. When it was used, the Bones family would have to obey any order given.

Anson swept his gaze over the assembled crowd and started to manipulate his pure energy.

"As the Superintendent of the Martial League, I am making an official announcement on its behalf. I am retracting Mr. Dustin Fox's status as a prime level criminal. The Martial League has determined that... he is innocent!" With the power of his pure energy, his words boomed.

Instantly, everyone reacted dramatically.

“Anson Cavanaugh, you don't have that kind of power!" Timothy roared in anger.

"Superintendent, the determination of a prime level criminal is done through an official discussion by the Elder Council of the Martial League. You alone cannot retract Dustin Fox's status as a prime level criminal!" Lord Barbenheim stated.

"You are overstepping your bounds, Superintendent! Aren't you afraid that you will be punished by the Elder Council?" Elijah asked.

Everyone gathered was locked in a hushed discussion about what was going on. However, Anson did not seem bothered by their questioning.

"Naturally, I will report back to the Elder Council. They will surely approve of what I've done. The Martial League will soon put out an official statement."

Still, that clearly did nothing to appease the crowd.

"Anson, I will be writing a report about this and presenting it to the king. His Majesty will be the one to determine whether you have overstepped or not!" Lord Barbenheim was incensed.

Anson grinned but did not respond to Lord Barbenheim's threat.

"If you want to complain about me, Lord Barbenheim, do go ahead," he said indifferently.

Lord Barbenheim was insulted by this, and his face darkened.

He had no idea how Anson could have such confidence.

“Dustin has massacred innocents! If the Martial League does nothing about this, I will!" Lord Barbenheim said icily.

"My personal army is nearby, and I can get them up here at any time."

After what had happened earlier in the day, Lord Barbenheim had ordered his personal army to march here to deal with Dustin.

With his personal army here, he would not have to be worried about much.

"Go! Open the gates to the Lotus Sect and welcome Lord Barbenheim's forces in," Elijah ordered.noveldrama

"Are you incapable of restraining yourself, Lord Barbenheim?" Dustin suddenly asked in a mocking tone.

"If I were you, I would ask for help from the Divine Hall or whatever Surely, they'll send some elite fighters to help you. I'm afraid you won't be able to hold me off with just your personal army."

Lord Barbenheim's face turned thunderous.

Until this point, he had not gotten any reports from the Divine Hall's Martial King.

He really wanted to wait for someone from the Divine Hall to arrive.

But he was afraid that things would get more complicated the longer he waited.

Besides, he was not even sure if his son was alive. That was why he was so pressed.

"Lord Barbenheim, are you trying to ruin my attempts at finding myself a student?" Joseph showed up. He was standing on a nearby roof with his hands behind his back. His face was icy.

Lord Barbenheim froze.

"That was not my intention," he said with his head bowed.

"If your personal army dares to intrude before the end of the martial arts competition, I will ensure that they all leave in body bags!" Joseph spat before disappearing from his spot.

Lord Barbenheim had gone pale. He had no way out of this situation.

He did not want to offend Joseph.

After a moment of silence, he left in a huff and headed outside.

"Remember to get more elite fighters from the Divine Hall. I'll be waiting," Dustin said tauntingly.

Lord Barbenheim's steps faltered, but then he scoffed and kept going.