Chapter 69 Ensuing Fight
"Get your head out of the clouds!â Fueled by rage, Camila got hold of the manâs arm as she took a
step forward to throw him over her shoulder deftly while wearing an arrogant expression. Two other
men arrived at her doorstep while they were still caught up in their fight, to which Robin responded
by wearing a complacent smile. âYou're being ungrateful, Camila, so let me teach you a lesson
today.â He then yelled toward the two men, âGet a hold on her!â Soon enough, Camila was closed in
by the two men while holding a cold and piercing gaze on her expressionless face. âSilas will arrive
at any moment, Robin. Are you sure you want to do this?â Robin sneered. âDonât even think about
intimidating me with such a ruse! Who do you think you are? Silas will never even spare a glance at
a b*tch with a child!â He then turned to the other two men before giving his orders, âCome on, us
three will capture her and have some fun with her!â Although there was only a slim chance at
winning against three men, Camila had no choice but to face them head on. She drew a breath
before turning to launch a kick at the man closest to her, then ducked into the house. However,
Robin seemed to have read her mind as he quickly followed suit without even giving her time to
close the door. The three men entered without a hitch, while their combined efforts gave Camila a
hard time. When her attention was occupied by the two men, Robin launched himself forward to
hold her on the waist from behind while spouting words of debauchery, âCease the pointless
struggle! Why donât you have fun with us?â One of the men approached her with excitement as he
said, âYeah, that's how it's done! Compared to close-quarters combat, she seemed to do better
while fighting from a distance, so we will close in on her like this!â The man who took a kick and fell
on the ground earlier quickly got up and came toward them.
"Fatty, hold her while I go find some rope!â Robin commanded, which the fatter man obeyed by
holding her in an even tighter clutch. Camila's struggles were futile, so she could only watch as
Robin retrieved a rope from somewhere within the house. In the ensuing silence, she retained a
stern expression while supporting herself on the man behind her to kick Robin away from her when
he approached her with the intent to tie her up. The hard kick resulted in Robin sliding a few meters
backward on the floor, which ended with his head bumping onto the TV cabinet behind him. The
pain threw him into a fit of rage as he cursed then grabbed a vase from the TV cabinet to fling it
toward her head, âYou signed your own death warrant, you f*cking b*tch!â A breeze blew past Robin
during that instant before he got kicked on the back, which caused him to land on the coffee table.
The tea set laid out on it was swept off the table in the ensuing crash as he scolded, âFor f*ck's sake!
Who's there?â His first reaction was to look for the person who kicked him, but his vision failed him
before he could take in the figure, as a vase was shattered on his head. The sound it made was
indescribable, as it was a mix of both a blunt and crisp noise. All he knew was that he literally saw
red, which he recognized as his eyes got covered by the blood oozing out from the wound on his
head. âYou sure are courageous, Robin.â The cold and murderous tone of the voice sent a chill to the
core of his being as Robin realized Silas had arrived.