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<b>Robin led </b><b>the </b>Golden Dragon Guard, their boots pounding the ground as they reached <b>the </b>Westeria <b>Residence </b>Brookhaven <b>office</b>.
The fire at the mountain vi had finally been smothered, leaving only the bitter smell of smoke in the air.
When Elliott, Maverick, Catherine, and Brendon realized Robin was still alive, they couldn’t hold back. They crashed into each other, tears streaming as they embraced.
The darkness that had consumed them melted away, reced by a fragile glimmer of hope.
Outside the courtyard, Robin’s footsteps rang clear. Catherine, her burned face hidden in her hands, suddenly bolted toward the back of the vi.
Elliott barked orders at the apanying Harmonfield medic, urging him to follow and tend to her wounds.
Maverick, Elliott, and Brendon gathered around Robin their faces ckened from the smoke.
They didn’t speak, but their salutes were firm, tears tracing down their dirt–covered cheeks.
Robin’s throat tightened, seeing his battle–worn friends like this.
“Catherine?” Robin’s voice cracked as he scanned the area, but she was nowhere in sight.
Lior stepped forward. “Ms. McKay’s hair and face are burned. The medic’s treating her … She<b>… </b>she told him she doesn’t want to see anyone right now.”
Robin nodded slowly, his mind spinning. “I’ll check on her in a bit,” he said. Then, he turned, “What about Daphne?”
Just then, two guards emerged from the basement, struggling to carry the barely conscious Daphne.
Robin immediately pulled out a silver needle, his hands steady as he prepared to save her.
Five minutes passed. Slowly, Daphne’s breathing grew deeper, tears flooding from her eyes.
“Mr. Ramsey… you … you really came back!” she gasped.
“My Rita… they killed her … she’s nevering back…I need to avenge her!”
Robin’s fury boiled beneath the surface, but he held it back with a tight grip. “Rest for now,” he said, his voice low. “Whoever killed Rita, I’ll destroy their whole family.”
He turned to Misael. “Give me the gun!”
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With a roar of anger, Robin grabbed an assault rifle and stormed toward the guards outside the vi.
“Master Ramsey, please! We’re just following orders!” they begged.
Robin sneered, his voice cold and dangerous. “I’m not ‘Master Ramsey!’ I am Divine Drakebane!”
Gunshots rang out, sharp and furious.
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<b>The </b><b>guards </b>fell <b>in </b><b>an </b>instant, their bodies copsing to <b>the </b>ground.
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Hannibal, Jethro, and <b>Jack </b>arrived just in time to witness the carnage. Their faces drained of color, shock etched in every line.
Hannibal let out a long sigh. “Zayn… that bastard! Damn him!”
“Master Ramsey, we owe you an exnation!”
Robin’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Mr. McKay, you hould check on Catherine first.”
Jack stepped forward, his voiceced with helplessness. Master Ramsey, we-”
Robin cut him off with a wave. “Snow Valley doesn’t concern you. It’s a personal matter, family business<b>.” </b>
Jack opened his mouth, then closed it again, unsure how to exin himself.
Jethro gave Jack a supportive p on the shoulder before stepping up to Maverick. With a nod, he said, “You’ve grown up! You’re looking more like your grandfather every day.”
Maverick’s fists clenched, his anger ring. “Even if I have to chase that bastard Snivy to the ends of the earth, I’ll kill him!”
Robin nced at his watch. “General Shivers, head to the secret base at Bullhead Mount on the southern- outskirts of Harmonfield. Now.”
Before anyone could respond, a group of people rushed into the room.
“Mr. McKay, Mr. Quintana, General Grayson, you’re all here.” A middle–aged man at the front gave them a nod of recognition.
He was Roman Lausky–the head of the Decision Bureau’s Security Division.
Hannibal’s voice dropped low, filled with suspicion. “Mr Lausky what are you doing here?”
Roman nced at him coldly, then answered, “Mr. McKay, I’ve been ordered by Mr. Herrera to arrest the Sakurania spy, Daphne, and anyone linked to the Dark Syndicate.”
He paused, his gaze darkening as it shifted toward Hannibal.
“The order is to bring Daphne back to Brighton for interrogation.”
“Take her!” Roman barked, signaling to his guards to approach Daphne.
Robin stepped forward, his body tense with a dangerous calm. “Anyone who touches her today, I’ll kill them first.”
Roman’s eyes narrowed, his voice turning sharp. “Who dares to stop the Decision Bureau from enforcing thew?<b>” </b>
Robin’s response was icy. “Who I am doesn’t matter. But if anyone touches her, they’ll answer to me.”
Hannibal’s face darkened with fury. “Mr. Lausky, what are you doing? This is Master Ramsey. Miss Lin is his friend–how could she be a Sakurania spy?”
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Liu hesitated just for a moment, then replied coldly, “Mr. McKay, I’m not ched with who Daphne is tied to. I’m just following orders from Mr. Herrera. Master Ramsey, I hope you understand. I have to take her.
“I’m not Master Ramsey.” Robin shot back, his voice sharp as a de. “But if anyone touches Daphne, I’ll chop them down!”
Roman froze, his confidence faltering. “Robin, I’m warning you, this is a direct order from the Decision Bureau. If you defy it…”
Robin took a menacing step forward, casually pulling out a wet wipe to clean his palms. “Try me,” he sneered. “I’m not Master Ramsey, but they all call me Divine Drakebane!”
Roman’s body jerked involuntarily. “I… I’m just following orders…
Robin’s voice dropped to a chilling whisper. “You want to die?”
Roman trembled as Robin walked toward him, each step slow and deliberate, the air thick with tension. Roman’s voice quivered, fear creeping in. “Don’t do anything rash. If you stop me, you’ll be just as guilty as she is!”
Robin’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. “Really?” he said, his voice dripping with contempt. “Throwing usations?
“You people are nothing but garbage. All you do is make false usations and stir up internal conflict. What else can you do?
“Trybeling me? It won’t work.
“You can’tbel me,” Robin spat, his words filled with disgust.
Roman’s voice cracked with desperation. “Mr. Herrera called me on the way here. He insisted–anyone who tries to stop us must bring Daphne back, no matter what!”
“Robin, this … it’s an order from the director. I’m just following orders,” Roman pleaded, his voice shaky.
The p was brutal. A sharp crack echoed through the room.
Robin’s palm struck Roman hard across the face, sending him stumbling back. “That was a warning! If you want to die, feel free to start issuing orders!”
Turning to Misael, Robin’s voice was ice–cold. “Take them down! Capture every one of these bastards!
“Once I’m done with Harmonfield, I’m taking them to the top brass for an exnation!
“Snivy, that worthless piece of trash, still gets away, but here you are, ppingbels and grabbing anyone in your way.
“What the hell does Hadley want to achieve?!”
Misael’s Golden Dragon Guard moved swiftly, already restraining Roman’s team of Decision Bureau guards.
Without hesitation, they surged toward the secret location at Bullhead Mount, where Shirley was being held.
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Meanwhile, at the vi, Zayn was preparing to enact his twisted ns.
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The guards struggled to stop him, panic evident in their voices. “Your Highness, please, you can’t do something you’ll regret!”
“Master Ramsey is on his way. Mr. McKay insisted–no harm muste to Ms. Dunn. If anything happens to her, the McKays will face death, and even that won’t be enough for Master Ramsey to forgive us.”
Zayn’s eyes were burning with fury. Without a second thought, he shot the guard point–nk, dragging Shirley roughly by the arm.
“Ms. Dunn,” he snarled, his voice dripping with malice. Robin’s been stealing my spotlight for far too long. Today, I’ll make him regret ever crossing me. This is going to be his forever regret! Hahaha … ”