The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 213: The Seventh Sister, Bertha, Spoiled Her Brother So Much

John and the law enforcers might have left, but the crowd didn't. They were staying.

Waiting.

The League's judgment would come soon.

Inside the Kelvin home, Matt looked pale as a ghost.

"Brother... we should leave Chicago. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in the dungeon!"

"You think I do?" Tanner snapped. "You think I can escape that easily after going against the Martial Arts League?"

Despair spread like wildfire through the Kelvin family. One by one, they began cursing John.

It was all his fault!

Eastern Martial Arts League Headquarters

The round-table meeting had just concluded.

Nate and Bertha walked side by side through the hallway, discussing recent developments regarding the mutated person.

Suddenly, Karl barged in with a squad of law enforcers, his expression grim and stormy.

Nate frowned. "Guardian Johnson, we were in the middle of an emergency meeting. Why did you leave so suddenly—and bring so many law enforcers with you?"

Karl approached briskly. "Leader, I encountered someone today who's even more dangerous than the mutated person."

He lowered his voice. "I believe he should be classified as an SSS-level wanted criminal."

"SSS-level?" Nate and Bertha were both visibly shocked.

Nate's expression hardened. "That's the highest-level arrest warrant in the U.S. Martial Arts League. It can't be issued lightly—you'd need to report it to the General Alliance first. Who is this man?"

Even the mutated person, despite their cruelty, was only classified S-level.

To qualify as SSS-level, a person had to be ten times more dangerous. Nate's tone turned serious.

Karl replied grimly: "He's in the Venerable Realm."

"What?! The Venerable Realm?" Nate's face paled.

Even Bertha stiffened.

"Explain," Nate demanded.

Karl started weaving his version of the story:

"Today was supposed to be a simple martial competition between the Welch family and the Kelvin family... but then, out of nowhere, a man appeared and completely disrupted the match. He killed Sawyer without hesitation. He didn't acknowledge the authority of the Martial Arts League at all."

He paused for effect, then added dramatically:

"He even threatened to destroy the Martial Arts League."

Nate's face turned thunderous.

"Destroy the League? How dare he! Does he really think he's above the law just because he reached the Venerable Realm?"

If what Karl said was true, then this was no longer about murder—it was an existential threat to the League itself.

Given the man's strength, issuing an SSS-level arrest warrant was beginning to sound justified.

"Wait here," Nate said firmly. "I'll contact the General Alliance. We'll request backup—other Venerables—to arrest this arrogant bastard."

Karl hesitated. "Leader... I've already brought him here."

"...You brought him here?"

Nate blinked, confused.

That didn't make sense. If the man was truly in the Venerable Realm, how could Karl possibly have captured him?

Something didn't add up.

Nate, being a sharp man, narrowed his eyes. "Guardian Johnson... wasn't Sawyer your disciple?"

A flicker of guilt passed over Karl's face.

Nate had guessed correctly.

Why would a powerful man in the Venerable Realm appear at a simple competition out of nowhere? Why would he kill Sawyer?

Karl's explanation was riddled with holes.

Nate looked at him coldly. But ultimately, Karl was still a subordinate under his command, so Nate decided to feign ignorance.

"Well then... where is this so-called Venerable? Didn't you say he was here?"

Karl turned to look.

At that moment, John stepped out from the group of enforcers.

Before Nate could say a word, Bertha ran forward with joy lighting up her face.

"Little John! Why are you here?"

"Seventh Sister." John smiled and hugged her.

"I'm the SSS-level wanted criminal Karl just mentioned."

"What?!"

Bertha's expression instantly shifted. She turned and glared at Karl.

"My little brother would never kill someone for no reason. You must have done something shady to provoke him."

"Little brother...?"

Everyone froze.

This bold, terrifying young man was actually the younger brother of Bertha—a core figure in the Central US Martial Arts League?

Karl and Andrew were stunned. Their jaws practically hit the floor.

Even Nate was taken aback, but the situation became clear to him now. He gave Karl a subtle glare, then chuckled.

"Well then, looks like this was just a misunderstanding between allies."

"Misunderstanding?" Bertha snapped. "I want an explanation. My brother is pure and kind-hearted—he doesn't deserve to be treated like this!"

Her expression was icy, and she showed no deference to Nate at all.

Yes, John had teased her endlessly during his short stay at home—not least by "accidentally" barging into the bathroom while she was using it. Every time, she'd fly into a fury and beat him out the door, threatening to never forgive him.

Still.

He was her little brother.

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No matter how much he misbehaved, he was hers to scold and protect.

Now that he was being wrongfully accused, Bertha had no intention of backing down.

That was her stance as a sister.

She was the only one allowed to bully him. Outsiders? Absolutely not.