The Deadly Assassin Robin

The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 174 Why Would You Resort to a Loan Shark?

Shirley raced out of the kitchen, her feet barely making contact with the floor as she sprinted through the hallway and bounded up the stairs to her room. She grabbed an eyebrow razor before darting back to the kitchen.

Robin watched her flit past, her figure reminiscent of a wisp of smoke, leaving him momentarily stunned. "This meal is becoming quite the event!"

In the kitchen, Shirley clutched the razor while Amber assisted her in shaving the feathers from a large rooster, transforming it into a spotless bird.

"Amber, don't forget to remove everything from inside the chicken as well," Shirley reminded her.

Amber glanced at the featherless bird, her expression turning a bit glum. "Ms. Dunn, I thought you invited me over for dinner.

"It seems you've lured me here just to help you butcher fish and chickens! Had I known, I wouldn't have come!"

Shirley chuckled, a hint of frustration coloring her voice. "Amber, it's all about efficiency! I promise you'll have a day off tomorrow.

"Come on, let's get this over with! It's not that difficult. Just a simple task!"

She thrust a knife into Amber's hands. "You can handle the innards. Let's tackle this together!"

"Ugh, fine." Amber sighed, reluctantly accepting the knife and getting started.

After some effort, she finally emptied the chicken's insides, wiping her forehead in relief. "I've picked up a lot of skills today! Ms. Dunn, why didn't you have someone prep this before buying it?" Shirley nodded, a smile breaking through. "Next time I host, I'll ensure everything is ready beforehand. Now, let's get that cleaned chicken into the pot to simmer!"

Amber poured a generous amount of oil into the pot, followed by the last remnants of salt from the bag, letting out a long sigh of satisfaction.

As they watched the chicken and fish bubbling on the stove, Shirley and Amber exchanged knowing grins.

"We did it! Amber, why don't you wash up while I set the table? Dinner will be ready soon!"

Amber surveyed the disheveled kitchen and began tidying up. "Ms. Dunn, let's clean this place first before we wash ourselves. This cooking has really taken it out of me! Next time, let's just eat out." Shirley agreed. "You're right, but cooking can be enjoyable too. Amber, I genuinely appreciate your help today. Next month, I'll cook again and invite everyone over. You have to join us!" Amber shook her head fervently. "Ms. Dunn, I'm not coming back."

Shirley couldn't help but laugh at Amber's resolute expression.

Finally, the chicken and fish were ready.

Shirley placed the dishes on the dining table and shot a proud glance at Robin. "Thanks to Amber's help, we've prepared a feast! Let's raise our glasses and toast to the success of our Southvale project! "Robin, this fish head is all yours." Shirley placed the large fish head into Robin's bowl.

"And Amber, this chicken leg is for you. You've worked hard today."

Robin eyed the fish head, his face contorting in distaste.

He took a cautious bite and immediately regretted it, instinctively wanting to spit it out.

But as he caught Shirley's hopeful expression, he hesitated, swallowed, and forced a smile. "Is this fish fresh from the sea?"

"What, did we capture the true essence of seafood?" Shirley asked eagerly.

Robin nodded. "I can't say if it tastes like seafood, but the flavor is quite strong."

Shirley took a bite of fish, only to spit it out right away.

"It's way too salty! How did it end up like this?" Shirley grimaced, turning to Amber.

At that moment, Amber was taking a bite of her chicken leg.

"Pfft!"

She immediately spat it out. "Ms. Dunn, I think we put too much salt!"

The two exchanged glances, their earlier excitement evaporating in an instant, looking like deflated balloons.

Robin shrugged, tossing the remains of their meal into the trash. "How about we just order takeout?"

"Sorry about this," Shirley said, her smile apologetic. "The time spent on the chicken really set us back. I ... I didn't practice this part enough..."

Twenty minutes later, three boxes of takeout arrived at the villa.

Shirley and Amber, too embarrassed to feel shy, dug into their food hungrily.

...

After the meal, Amber decided to stay at the villa while Robin drove back to Graceview Apartments.

As he pulled up to the entrance of the complex, it was already past 11:00 PM.

Just before entering, Robin noticed a group of rough-looking men surrounding Rosalie, pulling at her.

He parked the car to the side, observing the scene from a distance.

Rosalie was arguing with the men.

As he watched them laugh and touch her inappropriately, Robin stepped out of the car.

The men pushed Rosalie against a wall, and her loud protests quickly turned to tears.

As Robin approached, he could overhear fragments of a heated discussion among a group of rough-looking men, which seemed to center around unpaid debts.

Sizing them up, he quickly suspected they were involved in loan sharking.

What has recently drawn Rosalie into the orbit of such unsavory characters?

How did a young woman like her get tangled up with these casino thugs?

Rosalie appeared to be in distress, her body trembling and her voice cracking as she pleaded, "Didn't you say I had ten days to pay back the money? This isn't fair! This is extortion!"

The men laughed derisively at her words.

The leader, a bald man with a cruel grin, reached out and yanked at her hair. "You're trying to negotiate with us, darling? Hahaha...

"If you can't cough up the cash tonight, you're coming with us. With looks like yours, you could fetch a pretty price overseas. Hahaha ... "

Fear flooded Rosalie's face as she pressed herself against the wall, begging, "Please, give me a few more days! My mom is in the hospital, and I'm at my wits' end! That's why I borrowed from you! Please!

"I can pay you a bit more interest. I work at Eastvale Development Group, and my salary is decent; I can manage to pay you back.

"Just a few more days, and I promise I'll find a way to settle this.

"Listen up, sweetheart. Everyone who comes to us has the same story. No point in pleading with us! You owe us money, and you need to pay it back. If you can't, we'll find another way to settle the score. You're worth a lot, you know. Hahaha..." The men began dragging Rosalie toward a van parked nearby.

Now closer, Robin called out calmly, "What's going on here, Rosalie?"

The men froze, startled by his sudden appearance. One of them pointed at Robin and sneered, "Hey, kid, mind your own business! Or you'll regret it!"

Ignoring the threat, Robin turned to Rosalie, who looked like she was about to collapse. "What happened?"

Rosalie hadn't wanted him to see her in such a vulnerable state, but there was no way to hide it now.

With her head bowed, she sobbed. "Robin, I... I borrowed money from a loan shark. The due date isn't even here yet, and they're already demanding payment!"

"Why would you resort to a loan shark?" Robin asked, his gaze intense as he scrutinized her. "Is it true that your mom is in the hospital?"

"Yes." At this moment, Rosalie had no choice but to speak the truth. "My mom needs a lot of money for treatment and surgery ... I didn't have any other options, so I turned to them..."

He recalled seeing Rosalie a few days earlier at the complex, handing a card to a boy who looked no older than 16 or 17.

She must have been desperate then.

"How much do you owe?" he inquired, his tone serious.

"I borrowed 100,000 for ten days, and I'm supposed to pay back 200,000. But it's only been three days..."

Fixing his gaze on the men, Robin declared, "Let her go. I'll take care of her debt."

The men released their hold on her, but the bald man flashed a toothy grin. "Oh, you want to pay? You'll need to transfer 300,000 right now!"

Robin chuckled. "Wait a second. She's saying she owes you 200,000 after ten days, and now you're demanding 300,000? How does that make any sense?"

Rosalie looked equally shocked. "Guys, this is wrong! Even if the deadline has passed, the original agreement was for 200,000!"

The bald man let out a mocking laugh. "Now it's 300,000! If he's paying for you and you're hesitating, it'll be 500,000!"

The men moved closer to Robin. "If you're playing the hero and want to pay her debt, we need to adjust the interest. It's now 500,000!"

With a smirk, Robin replied, his confidence unwavering, "No problem. Just tell me how much you want, and I'll cover it. Bring me the IOU so I can transfer the funds."

The men exchanged surprised glances at Robin's boldness.

"Kid, just so you know, we work for Mr. Rygar!

"Don't mess with us. If you try anything, we'll make you regret it!

"It's 500,000, not a dime less!"

They advanced on Robin, their intentions clear.

Rosalie pleaded, "Please, guys, I only borrowed 100,000, and it's only been three days! How can it suddenly be 500,000? This isn't right!"

"Shut up! Keep yelling, and it'll be a million! Since he's willing to pay for you, it's 500,000. No less!"

The bald man stepped forward, demanding coldly, "Transfer the money!"

In a flash, Robin slapped the bald man across the face. "Not a chance!

"Is this how Mr. Rygar teaches you to behave? The deal was for 200,000 after ten days. It's only been three days, and you want 500,000? You won't get a cent from me!"

The men were taken aback by Robin's defiance, especially given their ties to the Abyssal Dominion.

In a sudden rush, they darted toward the van to grab knives for an attack on Robin.

Rosalie felt her knees weaken in fear.

She had never witnessed such violence.

All she could think about was Robin possibly getting hurt because of her.

In a moment of desperation, she threw herself in front of him, flailing her arms.

"Robin, just go! I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt because of me. These guys are dangerous!"

Robin looked at Rosalie's fragile form standing before him and shook his head. He pulled her behind him just as he prepared to fight back.

The thugs had no idea what hit them before they were all knocked down to the ground.

Dragging Rosalie with him, Robin confronted the bald man, placing his foot firmly on the thug's face. "Call Rygar and tell him to come here. I want to settle this face to face!" "How dare you! Aren't you afraid Mr. Rygar will come and tear you apart?" the bald man spat defiantly.

"Enough of your nonsense! Call him! Or I swear I'll crush your face!"

With that, Robin pressed down harder, eliciting a pained howl from the bald man. "Alright! You've got guts. I'll call him right now!"