The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

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Chapter 547 If These Women Aren't Killed It's an Injustice!

Chapter 547 If These Women Aren't Killed, It's an Injustice!

Zayn was terribly embarrassed, realizing only then that Martin seemed to ignore him.

He could only awkwardly nod. "Okay, okay, let's take care of things first"

He clasped his hands behind his back and stood beside Talia, close to the three generals.

"Robin... "Freya rushed in from the lobby entrance, her eyes swollen and red, her expression full of SOTTOW

Talia quickly stepped forward to support the trembling Freya. "Colonel Wright, how are Monica and the child?"

Before Freya could speak. Zayn rushed up to her.

"Freya, what's wrong?"

The third generation of the Brighton family all knew that Zayn had always been into Freya, but Freya had never shown the slightest interest in him.

Freya, I feel I should warn you," Zayn said, his expression full of superiority as he looked at her.

Today, with Old Mr. Wright and the others here, you'd better not get involved with someone like Robin.

"Monica's situation isn't that serious. It just needs a rational approach, or it could risk your future. The older generation has high hopes for me and all of you "You and I will both rise to become generals in Draconia one day-

"Get out of the way!" Freya snapped, shoving Zayn aside, and rushed to Robin's side with Talia.

"Robin. Monica's child... didn't make it."

Then, the strong, battle-hardened woman's tears suddenly overflowed, spilling uncontrollably.

The lobby of Springbrooke Mall fell into a sudden, suffocating silence, the kind that made one's heart race.

The line of guards standing at attention all radiated a fury as intense as a volcano ready to erupt

Bleed and died on the front lines, while the wife and children were humiliated by the evil people! The evildoers, unrepentant, continued to flaunt their power and arrogance with shameless defiance! Dmn it!

There are things that can be tolerated, but this is beyond all lerance!

The crowd of onlookers, standing at a distance, was filled with outrage and disgust.

The video of Monica's brutal assault continued to spread online, playing on repeat

It exposed the viciousness of human nature and the ugliness of the soul

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Chapter 547 If These Women Aren't Killed. It's an Injustice!

was three stunning women who had carried out this cruelty to

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and kindness

the dazzling, flawless exteriors was a venomous, scorpion-like heart, blackened and twisted

acts, could still be allowed to walk free, then what on

righteousness and spiritual enlightenment just a way

a wicked person deserved to be punished. It was only

from the heart of a

nothing more than a cry,

how reality could hold

struggle for justice and the fight against

often one of despair, defeat, and

evening sunbeam pierced through the window from the distant sky, casting its light over Robin, who stood

the sunset,

was a dazzling beam of light

recalled

would kill Winnie,

officer, with no connections or influence, truly be willing to risk everything to seek

of shock, Cohen collapsed

without Robin's forgiveness, his son-and perhaps

doomed.

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promise, even if it brought him overwhelming applause, his career would be ruined, leaving him with no chance to advance

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complex gazes of the crowd. Robin slowly took out a wet wipe

his eyes to Cohen, who was sitting on the ground before him. "I always keep my

aren't killed, how can we honor the brave souls who bled and red