My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



The Grayvale black market stadium was packed with people and was noisy.

Cheers and shouts echoed through the massive hall.

Marco and Jimmy were there too. They watched a burly fighter defeat his opponent on the platform.

The burly man delivered a devastating punch and sent his opponent flying out of the platform. The latter crashed into the floor.

"Bravo!" the crowd roared and clapped enthusiastically.

"Mad Lion! 23 consecutive victories!" the emcee shouted.

"Mr. Thornton, your fighter is incredible. With his winning streak, I'm sure he'll secure the title of Black Market Champion soon," Marco said as he buttered Jimmy up.

"And when he does, you'll make a fortune!"

Jimmy beamed in satisfaction.

The fighter was someone he had hired for an exorbitant price, with the sole purpose of claiming the Black Market Champion title.noveldrama

The consecutive victories were already raking in money from the betting pools, and the Black Market Champion title came with not only a massive bonus but also an audience with Wilhelm himself.

“Hmm? What is he doing here?" Marco suddenly exclaimed.

He spotted Dustin entering the fighters' preparation area.

"Could he be here to fight?" Marco felt incredulous.

Given how Dustin had been treated with respect at Majestic Hotel, he did not seem like someone desperate enough to turn to underground fighting. "Most people who fight here are desperate or need the money,

"Perhaps he has some skills, that's why Black Tiger treated him differently." Jimmy cast a glance at Dustin briefly before losing interest.

Meanwhile, Dustin scanned the fighters around him.

Most were middle to lower-level martial artists, with a few higher-level ones who had some winning streaks.

"Kid, once you step in here, there will be no going back. It's not too late to back out," the black market reception manager said and jeered at Dustin.

"You talk too much. Just start the match," Dustin said indifferently.

The manager's face stiffened in annoyance.

"Hmph! Don't blame me if you end up regretting this."

"Someone, explain the rules to this kid from Rivenesco!"

A staff member approached Dustin and began rattling off a long list of

rules, but Dustin did not bother ret

listen.

"For your first match, you'll face a

newcomer. If you win, you'll

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gradually move up to more experienced fighters," the staff

member said.

Dustin frowned impatiently.

"That's too slow. Why not send them all at once?" he said flatly.

"Huh?" The surrounding fighters glared at him. They were clearly annoyed by his arrogance.

"No exceptions. Rules are rules."

Dustin ignored him and stepped onto the platform.

Moments later, his first opponent entered as well.

The emcee began another long-winded introduction.

"Begin!"

The moment the word left the emcee's lips, Dustin moved.

Whoosh!

Before the

e's voice had even

faded, Dustin's opponent was opponent was sent flying out of the platform and landed heavily on the ground.

The crowd fell silent and was stunned by the sheer speed of the match.

"Dustin Fox wins!" the emcee stammered as he struggled to process what had just happened.

"Well, this kid's got some skills," the black market reception manager said in surprise.

He had expected Dustin to be humiliated, but it seemed he had underestimated him.

"Oh?" Jimmy raised an eyebrow in intrigue.

"He's... actually pretty good," Marco mumbled and swallowed nervously.

As a regular person unfamiliar with martial artists, Marco had not even caught a glimpse of Dustin's movements.

"Looks like the newcomer might have potential," some spectators said as they finally noticed Dustin.

A few even placed bets on him.