Chapter 779 A Lowly Thug

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Jor's eyes were wide with terror as he stared at Rodarily indifferent face. A chatting some of impending doom clawed at him, freezing him in pla

Without hesitation, Robin struck for with a vicious slap Joe's once-handsome face was instantly a bloodtions mess, mangled beyond recognition Everyone in the room froze, their gazes locked on Koll

Robin's audacity was unparalleled. With that one blow, he had made an undeniable statement, positioning Joe as his adversary,

Janelle, who had been quietly watching from the sidelines, could no longer stay silent. Accompanied by two bodyguards, she stormed toward Robin. "You're out of control!" she snapped,

"Oh? Am I?" Robin responded with a cold smirk. "It seems your worldview is far too limited."

Janelle's lips trembled with anger. Her voice cut through the air like ice. "From the moment you walked in. you've done nothing but slaughter and act like a tyrant

"I've held back, but you've crossed the line again and again. Do you even comprehend the consequences of slapping Joe across the face?"noveldrama

She pointed an accusing finger. "Lara made one small mistake, and you unleashed carnage. You're completely out of line! In the world of the elite, who behaves like this? Who dares to break the rules like you?

"Even Mr. Sharpe said Willow is dead and offered you immense compensation, yet you rejected it. Aren't you taking things too far?"

Robin snorted disdainfully. "A small mistake? Do you call draining the blood of a five-year-old child until they die a small mistake? Looks like you need a lesson, too."

Turning his gaze to his subordinate, he ordered coldly, "Ferell, slap her."

Slap!

In a flash, Ferell appeared in front of Janelle and delivered a resounding slap to her face.

The room erupted in shock.

Janelle-Jayden's niece-had been hit. And by Robin, no less.

Janelle crumpled to the floor, utterly stunned. Blood trickled from her cheek as she sat in a daze, her mind

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She couldn't fathom what had just happened. Someone dared to hit her.

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From the moment she was born, she had been doted upon and protected. As Jayden's niece, no one had ever dared to touch her, let alone slap her. Even her parents hadn't had the heart to lay a finger on her. But now, Robin had ordered his man to strike her.

The humiliation burned in her chest. If she couldn't reclaim her dignity, she would never let this go.

As her fury reached its boiling point, her husband, Mitchell Sontag, burst into the hall with 40 of the Sontags' fierce bodyguards.

Mitchell's expression turned stormy as his eyes took in the bloody and chaotic scene. He rushed to Janelle and Joe in a few quick strides,

"What happened to you? Who dared to hit you?"

Janelle pointed a trembling finger at Robin. "That bastard! Mitchell, he hit me! Order our men to kill him now!"

She seethed with rage. "I don't care if this turns into the biggest scandal in history-Lord Pittman will back us up!"

"This man has already killed three people and dared to lay a hand on me. He must die!"

Joe, still wailing in pain, chimed in, "Dad, this is the greatest humiliation our family has ever endured. If we don't kill him, the Sontags will have no place in Brighton anymore!"

The high-ranking guests exchanged uneasy glances. They all knew the formidable background of the Sontags second-generation leader.

Beyond the family's connection to the Northville group, Mitchell Sontag had ties to an underground sect of immense power-a hidden force that wielded tremendous influence.

After establishing himself in Brighton's legitimate industries, he solidified his position by marrying Jayden's niece.

Despite his typically low-key demeanor, no one dared to underestimate Mitchell Sontag of the Sontags.

Mitchell helped Janelle to her feet, pulling a wet wipe from his pocket to clean the blood from her face. Even in this situation, the head of such a prominent family maintained a sense of dignity and composure... After smoothing Janelle's disheveled hair and ensuring her face was clean, Mitchell patted her shoulder gently and offered a word of reassurance. "Rest for now. I'll handle this."

Turning slowly, he fixed his gaze on Robin. "You've caused chaos at the Sharpes' event, even assaulting my wife and son. Don't you think you owe me an explanation?"

Robin, unfazed, retrieved his wet wipe and calmly cleaned his hands. His voice was indifferent. "I don't explain myself. If the Sontags insist on meddling, I won't hesitate to take you down alongside the Sharpes." The gathered elites exchanged uneasy glances and shook their heads. Robin's words were outrageous. While his military connections might give him the strength to challenge the Sharpes, taking on the

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Somags was a different story altogether.

The Sontags ties to a hidden sect and their alliance with Jayden made them formidable.

Challenging both families was beyond reckless-it was borderline suicidal.

Mitchell, stunned for a moment, let out a cold laugh. "You're utterly insane!"

"Are you willing to risk everything for a lowly woman and an orphan without parents?"

Mr. Sharpe already offered you $10 million. If that's not enough, I'll give you $100 million, $1 billion, $5 billion! But you'll need to kneel and let me break your legs first!"

Robin's expression didn't waver. "Excellent. You've just olidified my resolve to destroy the Sontage with the Sharpes." He casually tossed his wet wipe aside and took a step forward, along

Lorelai hurried to block his path. "Sir, please, don't..."

Robin interrupted her with a gentle smile. "Mrs. Lorelai, I promised to seek justice for you and Willow. Anyone who dares stand in my way today will be dealt with, no exceptions." Slap!

Before Mitchell could react, Robin struck him with a sudden, devastating slap, sending him flying across

the room.

The blow was so fierce that Mitchell lay on the ground gasping for breath, stunned. When he finally regained his voice, he roared at the Sontag guards. "Kill him! Now!"

40 of Sontag's bodyguards unsheathed their blades and charged toward Robin.

But just as they began to move, a squad clad in Dragon Guard uniforms stormed into the banquet hall.

Leading the group was a military officer with the rank of Major General-Idris Hull of the Dragon Guard. Behind him were officers Jack, Flint, and Steven, all following in perfect formation.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the hall shifted. A heavy silence descended as everyone tried to decipher the Dragon Guard's unexpected arrival at the Sharpes event Could it be that Northville had summoned them?

But that seemed unlikely. The Dragon Guard answered only to Dragon Palace, and no one but Levi, the acting palace master, had the authority to command this elite force.

Mitchell struggled to his feet, his face darkening when he recognized the newcomers. "Captain Hull, your timing is impeccable," he began.

"This maniac has already killed three people at the Sharpes' event. He assaulted me, Janelle, Joe, and even Mr. Sharpe! If he isn't executed on the spot, he'll only bring further disaster!" Idris's expression remained unreadable. "Are you suggesting you have the right to tell Dragon Palace how to do its job?"

Mitchell froze, his mouth opening and closing uselessly, "Erm..."

Biris let out a sharp scoff. A fowly thug like you dares a insolently in my presence?"