“Who the hell do you think you are, with that look in your eyes!”
Rufus Clarke was greatly displeased by the gaze of Timothy Buosont. The look in Timothy’s eyes conveyed pity towards Rufus. Who was he? He was the young master of the Clarke family, the dominant power in Stillwater. How dare Timothy show him pity? Who does he think he is?
Instantly, Rufus Clarke became furious. He stepped on the gas pedal and charged towards Timothy Buosont and Robin Bailey. The car was speeding at an extreme velocity. These two individuals surely wouldn’t dare to resist, so Rufus intended to hit them.
However, Timothy Buosont and Robin Bailey remained completely motionless.
But that suited Rufus Clarke’s intentions perfectly, which led to a crazed expression on his face. “Today, I will crash you to death!”
After all, they were enemies.
If they died in the crash, so be it.
However, right before the moment of impact, Rufus Clarke noticed a blur in front of his eyes. There was a footprint, and then he saw the beautiful scenery on the horizon. And then, he realized he was flying.
And then!
“Oh my god…”
With a splash, he, the woman behind him, and the motorcycle all fell into the water.
The road encircling the lake, the road encircling the lake, proved that it was built around the lake. And with a kick from Robin Bailey, the car plunged into the lake.
“Help… Help… I can’t swim… Save me…”
Rufus Clarke struggled desperately in the water. He couldn’t swim.
His lackeys immediately stopped and looked at the lake with grim faces. They glanced at each other and asked, “Does anyone know how to swim?”
“I don’t.”
“Neither do I.”
“Me neither.”
In the end, they realized that none of them could swim.
How unlucky.
Even Rufus Clarke was stunned. Why did none of them know how to swim? His luck was so rotten. He immediately exclaimed, “Quick, find something… something that floats… save me… hurry…”
“Find something… find something…”
They hurriedly started searching.
Eventually, they found a piece of wood and quickly tossed it down. It became a lifeline for Rufus Clarke, who grabbed onto it like a drowning man clutching at a straw. He gasped for breath and then tried to swim towards the shore.
However, there was someone next to him.
A blonde beauty.
She was one of Rufus Clarke’s new girlfriends, chosen by Rufus Clarke himself. She could be considered fair and beautiful, but she couldn’t swim either. She struggled in the lake, desperately trying to swim towards Rufus Clarke, saying, “Save… me…”
But what awaited her was a kick from Rufus Clarke.
Just now, he made his move.
Otherwise, that woman would have surely drowned in this lake.
Rufus Clarke drowned, he had nothing to lose, the woman hadn’t reached that point yet.
“Who the hell are you, do you know who I am? I’m the young master of the Clarke family, the rulers of Stillwater.”
Rufus Clarke looked at Robin Bailey, his eyes filled with hatred, roaring.
“The Clarke family, rulers, haha.”
Robin Bailey laughed and then said, “What is the Clarke family? They dare to call themselves rulers.”
“You! How dare you slander our Buosont family. You’re looking for death. Get them, I want to throw them into this lake and let them drown alive,” Rufus Clarke roared.
His men immediately took action.
However, this time Robin Bailey didn’t intervene, Timothy Buosont did.
“You all are not worthy of fighting against our lord.”
Timothy Buosont acted, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.
Then, screams were heard, along with the sound of cracking bones. The screams belonged to those people, and the cracking sound was Timothy Buosont disabling them.
“Timothy is not some weak scholar.”
Robin Bailey chuckled.
Timothy Buosont’s father was Derek Buosont, born into the military. From a young age, Timothy Buosont received strict training, akin to military training, and he had already achieved great skill.
That’s why he referred to Robin Bailey as “commander” and saluted him during normal times.
However, no one else was qualified to make Timothy Buosont take action.
The bodyguards were only there to protect the person in front of them. When Timothy Buosont acted, he was not a gentle person. That could be felt from the screams.
Bang, bang, bang.
In just a few moments, a large number of people fell, crying and wailing on the ground.
They didn’t expect Timothy Buosont to have such skill.
Having such skill was normal; otherwise, Robin Bailey wouldn’t have sent an ordinary person to the City of Death for a mission. That would truly be sending them to their death, but Timothy Buosont still had a chance.
Then, Robin Bailey stepped over the howling men and walked towards Rufus Clarke.
Timothy Buosont followed behind, like a bodyguard.
When Rufus Clarke saw this scene, he was dumbfounded, his mouth wide open. So many people fell, proving his miscalculation. But most importantly, he looked at Robin Bailey and realized that he was the one in charge in front of Timothy Buosont.
But he had never seen this person before.
Gasping for breath, he asked, “Who… who are you?”
“Me? Robin Bailey.”
Robin Bailey replied.
Rufus Clarke was stunned and blurted out, “Robin Bailey, that bitch’s man?”
Bitch, that’s what he usually called Elise Houry. In his eyes, a woman who had given birth but still acted so high and mighty, refusing to marry him, was just putting on a show.
That’s why he called her a bitch.
But he didn’t know that this term completely enraged Robin Bailey.
“A bitch?”
Robin Bailey appeared next to Rufus Clarke, grabbed his head, and smashed it down forcefully, distorting Rufus Clarke’s face. Blood poured out, and he let out a cry, “Ah!”
“Don’t panic, it’s not over yet!”
Robin Bailey released his head and grabbed his hand instead.
Immediately, a cracking sound echoed.
“You really have some guts. No one has ever dared to call my wife a bitch!”
Then, another kick!
Even Timothy Buosont felt the overwhelming killing intent from Robin Bailey.
He looked at Rufus Clarke.
“Ah!”
On the ground, in a bloody mess, Rufus Clarke writhed in extreme pain.
Timothy Buosont felt no pity, he just wanted to say two words: idiot.
He could curse anyone, but he chose to curse that person.
That person, was the Achilles’ heel of the war god!