Chapter: 1030

He never planned to let them escape in the first place. He was merely playing a game of cat and mouse.

"I knew you were up to no good!" Abigail clutched her dagger and tried to stab Marlon. As long as she could defeat that man, they would all be safe.

"What a fool." Marlon shook his head. Then, he planted his foot into Abigail’s chest.

Abigail grunted as the force threw her backward Blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth. For a moment, she was immobile.

"Since you like using force so much, why don’t we start with you?" Marlon slowly approached her with a leering grin. He wanted to take her clothes off.

Mr. Robinson was instantly alarmed. Falling onto his knees before Marlon, he begged, "Please forgive her, sir! She’s just a child. I beg you!" He bowed deeply.

"Fuck off, you old shit!" Annoyed, Marlon kicked Mr Robinson aside.

"Sir!" Mr. Robinson clambered back to his knees. Please let my daughter go! I’ll do anything you want!"

"Are you fucking deaf? I told you to piss off!" Marlon kicked Mr. Robinson again, harder this time.

The older man grunted as he flew backward. Still, he staggered to his feet and lunged toward Marlon. He held the other man’s calf, begging, "Please, sir! Please don’t hurt my daughter!"

"You’re dead meat!" Finally losing his temper, Marlon planted a furious kick on Mr. Robinson’s back.

Mr. Robinson threw up blood that dyed the snow red. However, he refused to let go of Marlon’s leg.

"Just die already, you old coot!" His stubbornness ticked Marlon off, who planted kick after kick on his back. Each kick caused Mr. Robinson to throw up blood. Still, his grip never loosened.

"Fuck off!"

Furious, Marlon aimed his last blow at Mr. Robinson’s head. He kicked it like a football. Immediately, Mr. Robinson went flying and crashed into a tree. He was bleeding profusely.

"Dad!"

Abigail, Natasha, and the others were devastated. They knew that the force Marlon used was enough to kill his opponent. Even the strongest martial artist would have died on the spot from that attack. There was no way Mr. Robinson was fine.

"That piece of shit dirtied my clothes." Marlon tried to dust the blood off his pants legs, disgusted.

"I’ll kill you!" Abigail howled. She grabbed her dagger and charged toward Marlon.

Marlon sneered and grabbed her wrist, effectively pressing her onto the ground.

"No one’s going to interrupt us now, honey. Let’s do it here." Grinning perversely, he tore off her jacket, exposing her voluptuous figure.

"Fuck off!"