Chapter 276 Robin's Death

In the black car, as Robin held the pistol in his hand, he eyed the people who were running towards the white car.

He was going to start firing once things went crazy—that would be the only way to ensure his safety.

His two other companions in the car also took out their guns in response.

These people were hired by the Song family to protect Robin so all of them had a license to use guns.

The people outside rushed right away to the white car.

They cautiously looked inside the car through the window and was a bit flummoxed when they found no one was inside.

Right on time, something happened.

Bang!

An explosive sound filled their ears!

The sky had reddened along with the fire spreading.

The white car exploded!

It all happened so quickly that they had no time to react. Before they knew it, they were being flung through the air.

Robin's eyes twitched as he watched everything unfold before him.

It was all so horrible!

How could Peter have predicted that he would choose this road and that he would send people out to watch the car? Not only that but Peter was also so exact and precise in his timing.

After all, he chose this expressway instead of the Capital-Golden City Expressway.

"Turn around now! Run!"

Robin yelled at the driver, panicked.

He wasn't stupid. He knew that Peter was behind all of this. He wasn't going to let himself be a victim of Peter's tactics.

But just a few moments after this, his face suddenly paled.

Suddenly, there was a figure holding a bag running towards Robin.

Even though the figure was well-disguised in black clothing, Robin knew very well that this figure was Peter and no one else.

Robin felt a chill run down his spine. His hands were shaking and his legs were wobbly—he was very frightened. He was going to let his driver run over Peter.

In one swift movement, Peter moved his hand as tons of nails littered the road.

Robin felt the blood drain from his face when he heard the clinking sound of the nails scattering on the road.

There was no turning back for him.

With a look of horror on his face, he picked up his gun and aimed at Peter. He commanded his men, "Guys, get out of the car and stop him! No matter what it t

his security guards died.

So he wasn't going to let Robin off that easily. He wanted to make sure Robin would be tortured before his death.

After Peter killed Robin, he didn't leave right away. Instead, he tried to kick some of the people who had passed out awake.

They almost fainted when they saw the dead body of Robin just laying on the ground.

It was difficult to look at how dismantled Robin's body was—Peter didn't leave room for even an ounce of mercy as he stabbed Robin to death. He might as well have gutted him.

Peter must have killed so many others before. A chill ran down the spine of one of these young men when he thought of that.

"Do you know why I didn't kill you? I'm giving you a chance to save your life but it depends on you." Peter gazed at him emotionless as he spoke.

Without a second to waste, the young man dropped to his knees

and said, "I'll do anything you want. Just don't kill me."

He knew trying to attack Peter would be a fruitless cause. He didn't stand a chance against Peter and he certainly didn't want to risk running away either.

He wanted to live and that was it. He wasn't going to let anything get in the way of that.

"I'll let you go if you kill your companions yourself. Then after, stab Robin with this knife," Peter said coldly as he dropped the bayonet in front of the young man.

The young man's face turned white as a sheet.

Peter was going to make him his scapegoat!

He wanted to pin everything on him!