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!

it was three stunning women who had carried out this cruelty to

beauty is a reflection of

and kindness

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

allowed to walk free, then what on earth

talk of righteousness and spiritual enlightenment just a way to bully and trick

a wicked person deserved to be punished. It was only

the heart of a kind-hearted

that cry remained nothing more than a cry, powerless against

so sad how

struggle for justice and the fight against

end, the outcome is often one of despair,

eye, an evening sunbeam pierced through the window from the distant sky, casting

the sunset, they could see nothing at

could see was a dazzling beam of light illuminating that

recalled Robin's

he would kill

no connections or influence, truly be willing to risk everything

of shock, Cohen

Robin's forgiveness, his son-and

doomed.

I am deeply sorry

will ensure they are severely dealt

my son, who allowed such evil to happen, I will make sure he receives a fitting

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eyes were on Robin,

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by the Phoeni Winraard as their Honored Lord, truly be willing to sacrifice his

of weeping, Freya wiped away her

conflicted look, both of them g the

hearts were torn with

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Robin meningly

Zayn, the reality had presented Robin

would lose all respect and authority within the

overwhelming applause, his career would be ruined, leaving him with no chance to advance in the

blood-red and fiery

complex gazes of the crowd. Robin slowly took out a wet wipe and began dieaning his pale, pristine

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

how can we honor the brave souls who bled and red