Barely thirty minutes later, Sheila pulled up in front of the grand gates of Robin’s villa. As she put the car in park, her gaze bounced between the address on her phone and the massive mansion before her. Her eyes widened, jaw slack in pure disbelief. There was no way this was Robin’s home. During the drive over, the moment she’d turned onto the private road, doubt had crept in. She told herself it couldn’t be that 'villa.' Maybe it was a house beside it, but definitely not it. But now that she was parked right in front of it, with her phone still confirming the location, she was floored. This was the place. The address matched perfectly. She couldn't help but wonder: was Robin messing with her? There was no way he lived here, right? Still in shock, she picked up her phone and quickly dialed his number. He picked up on the second ring. "Robin," she glanced at the mansion once more, "are you sure you didn’t make a mistake with the address?” “A mistake with the address? Aren’t y

"Dad, please stop pacing and worrying. You’ll only give yourself high blood pressure." In the doctor’s office, the air was heavy and grim. The doctor, an elderly man with sharp features and a full head of white hair, kept pacing back and forth, one hand clasped behind his back. A single glance at him was enough to tell what mood he was in. Seated in front of the desk was his daughter, a young, strikingly beautiful lady. Her beauty was the kind that carried a timeless, traditional charm. Worry clouded her eyes as she watched her dad. She feared that if he kept this up, he would only harm himself. He had trained her since she was a child. Her mum had died while giving birth to her. Losing him to anything was unthinkable. At her words, the doctor, Walter Hayes, paused briefly and turned toward her. He let out a sharp sigh, his voice heavy and somber. "How can I stop pacing and worrying when my patients are downstairs demanding treatment, and there’s nothing I can do? Tell me, how?"

BANG! The moment that cold voice rang out, the entrance door burst open. Five men strode into the hospital, each one radiating a murderous, suffocating aura that seemed to swallow the entire room. In an instant, it was like a massive boulder had been dropped onto everyone's shoulders. They all broke out in goosebumps, cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads, and their faces twisting under the unbearable weight. Even the guard’s face darkened, his body tensing under the crushing aura. These were no ordinary men! From their presence alone, it was clear each one could wipe out a hundred of him without breaking a sweat. Slowly, he turned toward the door for a clearer look. One glimpse at the insignia stamped on their chests, and his heart plummeted. His knees felt weak, his entire body trembling in terror. Abyssal Dominion. They were from the Abyssal Dominion! No wonder they were so terrifying! He couldn't help but wonder; how in the hell had this old fossil ended u

WHOOSH! As the cold voice echoed, a small object shot through the air and buried itself in the Abyssal Dominion man’s foot. “Arghh! My leg! My leg!” he howled, stumbling as he clutched at his foot, swaying left and right. “Who did that?!” his comrades roared, their heads snapping toward the entrance. “Don’t hide like a coward! Show yourself!” another barked, fury etched across his face. “Who said I was hiding?” a calm voice answered, steady and unshaken. From the doorway, Robin stepped in, his expression composed and unreadable. Beside him, Sheila stormed forward, her face twisted with anger. “You Abyssal Dominion dogs only know how to bully and wreak havoc, don’t you?” she hissed, her tone sharp as a blade. “How dare you talk to us like that?” one of the men snapped back. His gaze darted suspiciously between the pair. “Who the hell are you? And which one of you dared shoot at our comrade just now?” Despite how powerful they were, the object just now had been too fa

Robin's taunting words sent a wave of disbelief through the room. Even Lena, though extremely weak, couldn’t help her shock as she lifted her weary gaze to glance toward him. Tall. Handsome. Who was this arrogant young man? Did he truly not realize who he was provoking? This was the Abyssal Dominion! Yes, he'd shot those needles into one of their men’s feet, which was enough to prove he was skilled himself, but she'd hought it possible only because the man had underestimated him. She didn’t think he had the strength to truly stand against them. The rest of the crowd thought the same. They were happy that someone was finally putting the Abyssal Dominion in their place, but they also feared for Robin—pitied him even. He might not live to tell the tale. Meanwhile, the Abyssal Dominion men’s expressions frosted over. They glared at Robin, their ice-cold gazes sharp enough to send chills down spines. “Punk, what did you just say? Do you dare repeat yourself?” one of them barked.