Chapter 875 The Cravens Are in Charge Here!

""Move, move!"

A doctor from the psychiatric hospital stormed into Room 409, flanked by two intimidating figures.

They came face-to-face with Robin and Ferell, who stood firmly blocking the doorway.

"The Cravens are in charge here-step aside!" the leader of the group shouted, his frustration rising when Robin and Ferell refused to move.noveldrama

"Are you deaf? If you mess with Ms. Craven's affairs, I'll make you regret it—"

With a swift thud, Ferell's foot slammed into the man's face, knocking him out cold instantly.

"D*mn!" The second man froze, taking a cautious step back.

The brutal hit was enough to send a chill through him. As he watched his companion collapse, his face badly deformed and one eye hanging loose, he realized his partner was done for. Shivers ran down his spine as he stared at Robin and Ferell, his mind racing.

Upon thinking carefully, he was sure he had never met these two people in Plemouth.

After a brief hesitation, he nervously shouted, "I'm a bodyguard for the Cravens-"

Ferell wasted no time and kicked him in the thigh with a sickening crack. "This one's for the trash of the Cravens!"

With two horrifying cracks, the man crumpled to the floor, his leg completely useless.

Robin pointed to the two blue-clad guards standing behind them. "Take them out and bury them."

The doctor, visibly shaken, dropped to the floor, pleading, "Please, please spare me

"Get lost!" Robin snapped. As if granted mercy, the doctor scrambled out of the room, crawling and running for his life.

His frantic escape had him hopping on one leg, then both, as if trying to outrun his fear.

His frantic energy drew the attention of the patients in the hall, who froze in confusion.

A few of them, discussing their own issues, snickered, "Look at that crazy guy-he's lost it! Ha!"

Laughter rippled through the corridor as more patients joined in, creating a surreal atmosphere of chaos.

Finally, the group of patients decided to join in on the fun..

In an instant, the hallway was full of people running and hopping around, as if celebrating something.

It was truly a sight to behold.

Lucinda and her daughter followed Robin and Ferell out, and upon seeing the madness in the hall, they exchanged knowing looks and shook their heads.

The world outside wasn't much different-delusions, nonsense, and twisted minds were everywhere.

"Let's go, Mrs. Delgado," Robin said, glancing at his phone. "Rylee, have some breakfast. We'll head to your beach house afterward."

Lucinda paused, her expression understanding Robin's intentions.

Lily, the heiress of the Cravens, is waiting at the house.

Master Ramsey is preparing to seek justice for us.

"Master Ramsey..." Lucinda felt a pang of guilt, feeling that Robin had done so much for them.

Robin turned to Rylee, who was still shaken. "Rylee has been wronged in ways that can't be ignored-she deserves justice, I can't stand leaving revenge for later." Robin led Rylee to a small street with food stalls near the hospital.

The street carried an old-world charm, its aged buildings telling the stories of time through every crack and speck of dust.

Despite the surrounding modern

buildings, the street's ancient

architecture still stood strong, offering a rare glimpse into the past in the midst of the bustling city.

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Years ago, it had been Spike's idea to convince Lucinda to invest billions to preserve this food street.

It was where Lucinda and Spike had first met, a place filled with memories of their youth and the flavorful meals they shared.

As they entered the street, they were met not with the usual commotion but with an eerie stillness after the rain.

A small sparrow sat on an old locust tree, observing them with cautious eyes.

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The bird's presence seemed to bring life to the otherwise quiet street, offering a flicker the desolate scene.

"Master Ramsey, this food street is completely shut down. There's a notice on the wall about demolition," Rylee observed.

Robin looked at the street, now washed clean by the rain, leaving no trace of the usual grime.

Rylee frowned, confused. "It was so busy just a month ago. What happened?"

As they pondered, a thin wisp of smoke rose from a small shop, carrying the mouth-watering scent of beef

stew.

Rylee's eyes lit up, pointing to the shop in the center of the street.

"Master Ramsey, my mother ani net

said she and my father first met at

that shop."

Intrigued, Robin found himself curious to learn what made this shop so special.

Who would have guessed that one of Dragon Soul's Tw Ive Great Warriors. General Delgado. had such a romantic connection to the place?

True loyalty, it seemed, ran deep.

The warm steam rising from the shop filled the street with the comforting smell of home-cooked food.

Inside, an elderly man in his sixties bent over, meticulously cleaning the tables and setting the dishes.

Though the years had aged him, his eyes still sparkled with vitality, undimmed by time.

"Three servings of beef stew!"

Robin and his group sat at a table to the left.

"Coming right up! Please wait just a moment!"

The owner quickly served the food.

"Miss Rylee?" The owner froze, his eyes widening as he recognized Rylee, her face marked with scars. "Is it really you?"

Rylee nodded. "Diego, what happened to the street? Why is business so slow?"

Diego Perez forced a bitter smile. "Ms. Powers didn't just buy this street-she also took on most of the taxes for the next twenty years.

"How could it not make money? The problem is, we can't stay here any longer.

"When Delgado Enterprises was at

its peak, no one dared to cause trouble here. But things have changed. As you can see, no one dares to run a business here anymore.

"The Darelin Crew has set their sights on this street. They want to turn it into a hospital and hotel.

"They claim Delgado Enterprises owes them 100 billion in high-interest loans, so this street is theirs now." Rylee scoffed. "They're delusional!"

Diego shook his head in defeat. "Miss Rylee, things aren't the same anymore. It might be best to let it go."

A gentle breeze stirred the air, startling a few sparrows on the old locust tree, causing raindrops to fall softly to the ground.

Suddenly, Diego froze, his face going pale. "Miss Rylee the Darelin Crew is here. Let me wrap up your beef stew-you should leave quickly."