Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 39: God Bless You

Robbin who very highly rose blood hit first without a jolt. He aimed for the man's neck bone, using a continuous kick until the bulky body of the plontos fell and then pressed the knee to the chest and both palms of Robbin cupped the head. A loud sound was heard clearly later.

"Bas ba bi!!!" shouted one of the people who was just approaching.

In the next second three unarmed men followed from the same direction. "Gerson!" Their faces were deathly pale looking at the plontos' head turning unnatural with glaring eyes.

Robbin was undaunted despite being surrounded by four people at once, he was always on guard. Trying to research the abilities of his opponents, his instincts sought to capture a series of attacks that would later be aimed at him.

Time is money, Robbin doesn't waste a chance. The foot of the level went above the ground and did a round kick in the air right about the four people.

Due to losing quickly, the bodies of his opponents fell and groaned in pain. "Breng!!!"

Robbin's attack wasn't nearly enough against two of them. Now, they ran around Robbin with both palms clenched in front of his chest.

Berry who had finished taking care of his opponent approached Robbin, he happily gave his sidekick a chance to leave. "Let me take care of this!"

Robbin nodded quickly then kicked the chest of the opponent blocking the road. He rushed in until he was startled by the tall-looking female figure. Like the queen of darkness the woman was sitting on a chair leaning high.

The woman leaned back and crossed her legs on the table. "Sit down, we can negotiate!"

A man of not too high stature whispered something into the woman's ear. A full graceful smile can be firmly on those red blushing polished lips. "Well, Darling, I have nothing to do with you, but you're forcing me to hunt."

"I don't know what you mean, madam!" Robbin's lie, he remembered very well the face and stature of the woman in front of him.

The woman's soft thorny laughter filled the room, she lowered her legs and took a cigarette from the gilded box. One of them approached and started a fire. "Quite interesting, Darling. I have to admit, Rocky has competent accomplices. And, uh, yeah pretty tempting."

Robbin's eyebrows twitch, feeling amused by the words that force into the sense of hearing.

"My mortal enemy is not you, but Rocky's cunning. He's disgusting, two personalities that— can mean a coin. Have different pictures on each side. Embarrassing, he shouldn't interfere in my affairs. You old rangka culas! The right hand gives, the left hand takes back. Uh, yeah, geez. A hypocrite! He seems to be defending the government when behind supporting funds for criminals." The woman let out a long sigh after speaking at length.

"Where are you hiding my woman?" furious Robbin, reluctant to mince words.

Not finished a cigarette, the woman turned off the embers at the end. "Return it or he loses his life!"

The light bias of the projector refracts the image on a white screen the size of the wall behind it. Both objects display Clay's current state, Robbin's wife drooped weakly in a condition tied to a pole. Her father's face was not visible because he was bowed in.

Robbin's smoldering soul seemed to be doused with fuel to see such a heartbreaking sight. His tanned eyes flashed with wrath.

His breathing was shortened, Robbin closed his eyes for two seconds until the sound of gunfire became deafening.

Some people gave the woman protection from the threat of hot lead and Robbin did not waste the opportunity. He rushed away from the room, with the former's footsteps running towards the exit.

Robbin passed through a muddy path, a building almost collapsed at the end of the road. Kick the wooden door wide open.

"Yes, God, Clay!" muttered Robbin, his eyes blurred because the water inundated the fertilizer. He tried to remove the cord that bound his wife's helpless body. "Oh, My Angel, please open your eyes!"

Tears flooded both of Robbin's cheeks at this time. "I'm sorry for coming too long" she said.

"Fucking ropes!" robbin shouted, he was looking for anything that could be used to break the cursed knot that was entangling Clay's body.

Clay's skin was deathly pale, his body tingling in Robbin's arms. Her lips seemed to tremble and purplish.

Clay's poor condition multiplies Robbin's strength, so his wife's body is lifted easily as if carrying a poppy doll.

"Robbin, what's your wife's condition?" ask Berry when he opens the car door.

"Hospital, hurry!"

Now, Berry's driving the car. In the back seat Robbin stripped off his leather jacket, hoping Clay's body became warmer enveloped with it. "Berry, hurry! Damn how to drive you no faster than a snail!"

Berry was not offended at all, as the anxiety was clearly imprinted on her side of the face.

"Oh, My Angel, hang on! I promise I won't doubt you anymore" whispered Robbin with a kiss on his woman's temple. He clenched tightly to the wife's body, occasionally rubbing gently the cold cheeks to make it warmer.

Clay's breathing seemed choked and slowed down. Robbin checks the pulse on the wrist. "Damn! Let me drive, Ber! My wife almost died, you're moving backwards."

Berry began to growl, "Cerewet! Shut your! Just focus on your wife!"

As soon as the car stopped, Robbin rushed down and crashed into the IGD door violently. After laying down Clay Robbin's body is forced out.

Robbin paced uneasily in the waiting room, asking Clay for every nurse who came out of IGD.

Until the nurse was irritated and wanted to curse Robbin, but the ban was done because a doctor came out of the double glass door. "Dok, husband patient—"

The doctor raised his hand and approached Robbin. "Lucky you brought it in on time. Although he had not yet regained consciousness, he had already gone through critical times."

"Thank you" said Robbin, rubbing his face with both palms.

Berry and John, who heard this, were grateful. "We have to go home, Rob. May your wife recover."

"Thank you."

Clay has been moved to a special outpatient room, the room is set in warm temperatures. Robbin was endlessly clutching his wife's fingers.

He rubbed the soft shoots of Clay's head, a reddish pseudo began to dye the woman's pale face. Purplish lips four days ago have been seranum usually since that bad day. However, bruised former torment is still evident.

Clay's brows furrowed, his expression implying fear. He twitched uneasily, tears flowing from the corner of the closed eye. The fingers clasped firmly Robbin's big fingers.

The lentic feathers growing on her eyelids twitched faintly, as if struggling to open.

Robbin stared fixedly at the nanar, not long before his wife rubbed her eyes to adjust the light that penetrated the cornea.

"Sister Robbin." Clay's voice rattled and softened.

Robbin's rigid safar loosened instantly, he grabbed his wife's body. "God Bless You!"

"I was so scared, I thought, I-a-I can't see you anymore, Robbin." Clay expressed fear with sobs.