“Argh!”
It happened too quickly for David to realize what was going on. Robin’s hand closed around his neck like a vice. David’s face turned livid. He wanted to struggle but failed, widening his eyes while staring at Robin.
However, when his gaze met Robin’s in mid-air, David stiffened. He saw purgatory in them, feeling as if he was facing thousands of dead bodies alone.
David could even smell the pungent blood, his mind jumbled.
The next second, a saber stabbed into his chest. David watched himself die miserably. Immediately, he felt as if he were in an ice cellar, a chill rising on his pines and traveling into the crack of his bones.
David saw Death.
He gasped for breath, his eyes popping out. Gritting his teeth, David uttered, “I’ll tell you.”
He knew Robin would kill him for real if he refused.
He realized Robin was a demon.
Robin flicked his hand and tossed David to the ground.
“Bang!”
Gazing at him coldly, Robin bit out, “Speak!”
“She was taken away by Andreas Winfield, the oldest son of the Winfield family.”
Fear appeared in David’s eyes.
After getting the answer, Robin turned around and sat back in the military SUV. Jeff stepped on the gas, and the Land Rover rushed out again.
“Bang!”
Another wall was broken.
The military SUV was refitted to be used during critical times. It could destroy most buildings.
“Shit!” David cursed after Robin left.
His hunch told him Robin would end his life if he refused to tell Robin where Elise was.
Shortly after, David calmed down, thinking he didn’t need to fear. In his opinion, Robin was a brainless fool. Even if Robin killed him, Robin would also go to jail.
A life for a life? David believed he had guessed out Robin’s plan.
In his opinion, his life was worth more than Robin’s.
David felt too disgraced, for he had been scared shitless by Robin, a beggar. With a ferocious look, he roared at Snowy, “Snowy, call Elliott Nicholson, the president of the Nicholson Group. Tell him I’ll have a good deal to work with him.”
“Uh? OK,” Snowy agreed after being startled.
“Robin Bailey, you served in the military for a few years. Think you can fight, huh? You brainless jerk! How dare you use the military vehicle and pinch my neck! You are risking your neck.”
“Wait and see. Even if you saved Elise from Andreas Winfield’s hands, I’d ruin your family. Want to win against me? I’ll make you go to the dogs,” David muttered with a murderous look.
He had never been scared in this way before, almost wetting his pants.
It was a big shame.
Then he pulled out his phone and dialed Andreas’ number. “Hello, Mr. Winfield. Robin Bailey is heading for your house to take his wife away. Be careful.”
“Ehn,” Andreas replied with a nonchalant grunt.
The call ended.
In Winfield Villa, Andreas was studying Elise, who was still unconscious, in the room.
Like a craftsman carefully scanning his artwork, he couldn’t help praising Elise’s beauty.
His eyes were glittering with appreciation, lust, greed, and ruthlessness.
“Elise Houry… I didn’t expect you to be sent to me by your family. How ridiculous! Seven years ago, you gave Lands Corporation to them because of the impact of the incident. Now they send you to me.”
Shaking his head, Andreas stared at her in irony. “Unfortunately, I’m an indecent man. I pursued you back then, but you refused me. Now I can get even with you.”
“Before that, I don’t mind getting rid of a little rat.”
With a smile, Andreas walked to the desk and snapped his fingers. “Thomas.”
“Yes, Master Andreas.”
An old man wearing a tuxedo with gray hair and a unique temperament entered. He was the butler of Winfield Villa, Thomas Winfield.
“Tell me Robin Bailey’s background,” Andreas said, peeking out the window.
“A resigned soldier. We couldn’t retrieve any data from the military. He’s served for seven years, should be a good fighter,” Thomas answered.
“A good fighter? Interesting.”
Andreas’ lips curled up into a smile. “What defend source do I have In my villa?”
“We have 30 security guards, a mercenary troop with 12 members, the four martial artists trained by our family, and myself, the man of sacrifice.”
While speaking, Thomas emanated a strong aura.
In the past, the Winfield family selected a group of men of sacrifice and trained them in ways more brutal than training special forces. Thomas was the only one who successfully survived. Over the years, he was loyal to the family and never disobeyed them.
“Stop Robin Bailey. Broke his limbs. Send him to me. I want to sleep with his wife in his presence. How exciting! His worthlessness could make him suffer the most.”
Jest flashed through Andreas’ eyes.
In his opinion, Robin was as small as an ant. He could kill Robin easily.
“Yes, Master Andreas.”
Thomas left for the arrangement.
With each step he took, he emanated a murderous aura. After all, he survived among bunches of corpses. As the butler of Stillwater’s most influential old money, Thomas was competent.
Robin arrived.
“Does the Winfield family have the plan to go to the dogs?”
Robin looked up at the villa, a crazy murderous look flashing in his ink-black eyes.
During the battle at the border, he led 3, 000 soldiers to slaughter a city full of sins. His hand had been bloodstained, so he didn’t mind adding more blood to them.
Seething with rage, Robin would slaughter anyone who harmed his wife.
“Let’s go in.”
He flicked his hand and entered the villa.
Jeff followed suit.
At the gate, a group of security guards surrounded them. Seemingly they were different from ordinary ones, full of fierceness.
“You, brat! Are you the one whose limbs our young mater wants to break?”
One bruiser walked out, curling his lips. “You are short and slim. I wonder what you’ve done to offend our young master. You should feel lucky. Not everyone is worth his attention, anyway.”
“Were you from the military?”
Robin arched an eyebrow.
“Right. I was. I resigned from Fort Western. Why? Any problem?”
Curling his lips, the security guard leader hit his fists in excitement. “Do you know why I resigned? In the military contest, I won against twelve soldiers and made them disabled. Five died before arriving at the hospital. All of them were losers. I could kill them with a punch.”
“They didn’t deserve to survive. But the military leaders were too blind and fired me. They were too brainless. I’m a capable fighter. By the way, remember my nickname. I’m Wild Dog, the last man you’ll see when you are still alive.”