Chapter: 993

"Kill you? Hahaha! You’re not getting out of this so easily!" Chad smirked.

"Since you’re not doing as you’re told, I think it’s time I teach you a little lesson. Boys, tear her house down!"

"Yes, sir!" Upon his command, the two excavators that were stopped right in front of the house were immediately ignited. Then, accompanied by the roar of the machinery, they crashed straight through the courtyard fence, over the vegetable patch, and went straight for the house.

"Stop it! Stop this right now!" Abigail was livid. She struggled to get on her feet, but Chad kicked her to the ground again.

Loud crashing noises could be heard as the excavators tore through the walls and broke everything down. In no time, the house was tattered and unsteady; it was reduced to piles of rubble, and fine dust rained down.

"Stop it!" Abigail screamed with all her might as tears streamed down her face. There was nothing she could do but watch helplessly as her house was torn down. Her heart ached so badly, as though it was cut into pieces. At that moment, it finally dawned on her how essential a person’s abilities were. Had she been stronger, this would never have happened.

The onlookers sighed as they watched from afar None of them dared to step up and defend the Robinsons, as the perpetrator was from the Charging Tiger gang. One would have to be a fool to cross them.

Suddenly, an ear-splitting boom was heard, and the house collapsed instantly. Abigail was heartbroken. She could not accept that the place she had called home for so many years and held so many beautiful memories was now in ruins.

"Well? Have you changed your mind yet?" A malicious grin spread out on Chad’s face.

"Destroying the house was just the start. If you continue to refuse, then your father is next." With that, he signaled his bodyguards, and they immediately understood what he meant. Without another word, they grabbed hold of Mr. Robinson and pinned him down on the ground. One of them stepped on his head while the other held a machete in his hand, giving him a contemplative look as if he was thinking about where he should start.

"Let go of him!" Gripped by fear, Abigail threw a punch at Chad, but he easily deflected it.

"Abigail, go! Don’t worry about me! Run!" Mr. Robinson shouted.

"My! What a touching scene!" Chad chuckled mirthlessly.

"Unfortunately for you, I despise sappy scenes. Boys, chop that old geezer’s hand off!"

"Yes, sir!" The bodyguard, who had a machete with him, answered before swiftly raising the machete above his head.

"No!" Abigail shrieked in despair.

Just as the machete was brought down, a person appeared out of nowhere and grabbed it by the blade. Surprised by the resistance, the bodyguard looked up and found an impassive yet handsome face staring back at him. The person’s face was devoid of any emotion whatsoever. The bodyguard had a gut feeling that the person before him was not an average person but a lurking beast ready to pounce at any moment. The bodyguard felt an unknown terror rise within him.

"It’s you, sir?" Once the initial shock wore off, a wave of relief washed over Abigail, and she could no longer hold back the tears. Her savior had finally arrived.

"Tearing down houses against the owners’ will and assaulting them in public. Where did you get the audacity to do such things?" Dustin asked with an icy glint in his eyes.

"Hey, punk! Where did you come from? How dare you meddle with my business!" Chad glared at him. He had yet to come across someone who did not tremble at the name of the Charging Tiger gang, but here was this insolent bastard who stood up for others and went against him. Did he have a death wish?

"You will pay back 10 times what the house is worth for demolishing it against their will. And whoever struck them, chop your hand yourself. If you do what I say, I’ll consider letting you go," Dustin said nonchalantly.

"Let us go?" Chad cackled and looked at Dustin like he was an idiot.