“Again, this line.” Chase Porter had a toothache.
He truly wanted to yell into the phone, “What do you mean by this? You said you’d be here today. I’ve been waiting since five in the morning, and now it’s evening, and you still haven’t shown up. What’s the meaning of this? The key point is, every time you say you’ll be here soon. My people are starving, looking at me with suspicion that I’m playing games with them.”
He really wanted to yell. But in the end, he didn’t dare to.
They were the ones laying an ambush here, preparing to ambush this Nightowl, and they didn’t have any justifiable reason.
Then, a man descended from the roof above, his gaze sharp as a knife as he looked at Chase Porter, “What’s the situation? Is this person coming or not? We’ve been waiting all day.”
“They said they’ll be here soon.” Chase Porter bared his teeth.
However, the next second, another man descended behind him, kicking Chase Porter in the back, “Again with the ‘will be here soon.’ How many times have you said that? Are you messing with me?”
They had been waiting all day.
All day she kept saying she would be here soon.
Their patience had been worn down to nothing.
Then, a few more men descended, punching and kicking Chase Porter mercilessly, not holding back at all. They thought this kid was fooling them. After beating him, Chase Porter lay on the ground, barely breathing.
A few of them made a call to Master Lewis, “Boss, we’ve been waiting all day, and no one has shown up. We might have been discovered.”
“Then come back.”
The voice of Master Lewis came from the phone.
Nobody had shown up all day. They probably wouldn’t be showing up at all.
“Hmph.” The men glanced at Chase Porter, who was lying on the ground, barely alive. They sneered, “You’re more trouble than you’re worth. People like you will always end up living on Rodent Street.”
“Let’s go.”
Then, the group of men left the place.
Chase Porter slowly got up from the ground, dragging his battered body step by step into the house. He left a trail of blood on the road, then leaned against the wall, gasping for air.
Then. With a clatter, the door opened. Robin walked in, dressed in black, with a little girl in a skirt behind him. It was a strange sight, but at that moment, Chase Porter didn’t care about the incongruity. He only cared that this person had come.
This person had come.
“I’m here,” Robin said indifferently.
“He’s here, he’s here.”
At this point, Chase Porter suddenly shouted to his surroundings that someone had come, but after a few seconds, there was no response. Only then did Chase Porter remember that everyone had left. He broke out in a cold sweat.
He slowly turned his head to look at Robin, his pupils slightly narrowed, and swallowed, “I said, I was just shouting for fun. Do you believe me?”
“I believe,” Robin nodded. Then he held a knife to Chase Porter’s throat and said, “I said, I want to kill you. Do you believe me?”
“Oh, my God.”
With a thud, Chase Porter, who had just managed to stand up, fell down again. Then he cried out, tears streaming down his face, “I have elderly at home, and a child. I also have a three-year-old daughter at home. If you kill me, what will happen to my daughter?”
His crying was very real, as if it was really happening.
Seeing this, Nina Houry looked a bit strange. If this man was in the entertainment industry, he might have a few encounters. He seemed to have just been beaten, his clothes were tattered, and he was covered in blood. Now he was crying.
This unexpectedly made her feel sympathy.
If it weren’t for the fact that she knew this man was an orphan, with no family, let alone a daughter, she might have pleaded for him.
“Your daughter, bring her out, and I’ll let you go,” Robin said with a smirk.
“That… that… does the neighbor’s daughter count? I just became her godfather yesterday.” Chase Porter spread his hands.
Robin: “…”
With a clang, Robin put away his knife and sat down on a chair. Nina Houry, in her little skirt, followed behind Robin, holding the Sword of Kings, looking very obedient.
But Robin looked very cold.
“Alright, I came to buy information from you. However, as usual, I’ll use your life as collateral. I respect your rules, and you should respect mine, right?” Robin said indifferently.
He was a killer.
The rule was to use human lives as currencyfor trade.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Chase Porter repeatedly nodded his head.
He didn’t have a choice, as a small character like him, he couldn’t afford to offend these people. He was like a rat crossing the street, offending no one. When Master Lewis’ people came, he had to obey. When Nightowl came, he also had to obey.
This world belonged to the high-level practitioners.
He, as a rat, could only scrape by in the underground.
“Who has arrived in this city?” Robin asked.
Mountland is the territory of the Harding family. Dylan Harding had eyes everywhere, so Robin didn’t let the Shadow Guard enter and therefore lost a source of information. He could only rely on these information dealers.
“This… master, I’m a small character. I can’t find out.” Chase Porter scratched his head.
Thud. Robin threw out a bank card, “There’s three million in there.”
Chase Porter looked at the money, his eyes glowing with greed. He immediately grabbed it, hiding it on his person, fearing it would be stolen. He then pulled out his phone and made a call. After a while, he turned to Robin and said, “Master, I found out. The Grant family from Middle Land, the France family from Westland, James from Riceshire, Debbie Sanchez from Maplia, Aron Lawson from South Land, and quite a few people from the Harding family have arrived. As for how many people have come from the Temples and the capital, I really can’t find out due to my lack of ability.”
The Temples were the assassins.
How could they be easily discovered?
As for the capital, maybe Chase Porter didn’t want to say, or maybe he really couldn’t find out.
Robin didn’t care about this, but thought, “The Grant family from Middle Land and the France family from Westland dare to come. Their courage is indeed large.”
A killing intent flashed in Robin’s eyes.
It was normal for Eastland not to come, after all, the place he came from was Eastland. There, everyone was a warrior, and they were all strong and bloodthirsty. Surrender? It would be more like killing them.
Northland, located in the harsh cold, had the Polar Empire invading every year. So in the North, they also often produced brave and mighty soldiers. It was also a place with strong and bloodthirsty local customs. Surrender was impossible.
But the France family from Westland and the Grant family from Middle Land, Robin knew.
The two major clans from those places dared to get involved in this matter. They thought Kisia was definitely going to lose, and they could take the Sword of Kings as a life-saving charm. They were wrong. This was more like a death charm.