Chapter 46
Without glancing back, Robin swiftly seized the knife with his hands.
He took hold of Ilarris' hair and exclaimed, 'So, you plan to murder me? Alright!"
He pulled Harris by the hair to the brink of the cliff's bend.
Harris' entire body hung in mid-air over the cliff, with a bottomless abyss beneath him!
"Ah!'
Harris was so terrified that he wet himself.
The atmosphere became eerily quiet.
Vera covered her mouth in shock as she observed Robin's aggressive behavior.
If Robin were t
release his grip or if Harris' hair broke, this lowlife would immediately become a pulp!
At that moment, Harris understood that the man before him was truly merciless.
Seeing the composed look on Robin's face, he was certain that if he spoke again,
Robin would surely send him straight to his demise.
"Sir, I ... I made a mistake. I won't ever do it again... "
Robin paid him no mind.
Suddenly, his grip loosened, and Harris' body plummeted.
A gasp escaped from those behind him.
The group of drivers accompanying Harris, armed with machetes, didn't dare to move any closer.
At that moment, Robin's hand was barely holding onto Harris' hair, just under one inch.
The strands of hair between his fingers were gradually slipping away.
At this pace, in just half a minute, Harris would likely be finished.
He shut his mouth, tears streaming down his cheeks, begging Robin for mercy.
"Sir, if you spare me, I'll do whatever you want!"
Robin didn't respond, instead gazing at the dark night over the distant valley as the hair between his fingers continued to slip away.
The entire winding path of Spiral Heights was eerily silent.
Only the frigid night wind, howling like a ghost, rushed past their ears.
At last!
Robin released his grip, and the hair slipped from his fingers.
Harris yelled desperately, "No! Sir, please..."
Everyone on the mountain road stared in terror at the unfolding scene.
Vera's eyes widened as she leaped out of the car, bracing for the moment Harris would fall off the cliff and meet his end.
Bang!
Just as Robin released him, a foot struck Harris' shoulder, forcefully slamming his arms against the cliff's edge. Harris' upper body was pressed firmly against the cliff, with two-thirds of him dangling over the side.
If it weren't for Robin's foot still resting on his shoulder, Harris would likely be falling into the valley right now. At that moment, he couldn't focus on the pain in his body and pleaded desperately, "Sir... please! It's all my fault for speaking out of turn. I won't do it again! Please spare me!"
"Hold on!" Robin raised his right foot off Harris' body and then picked up the short knife from the ground. Just as Harris was about to tumble off the cliff, the knife plunged into the rock beside his hand.
Losing his balance, Harris instinctively grasped the knife that was now standing upright in front of him as he slid downward.
The sharp blade pierced his palm, causing blood to flow.
Robin paid him no mind and turned his attention to Vera.
Harris' group took some time to shake off their surprise before rushing over to pull Harris up. Harris, who had made it through the frightening experience, was on the ground, struggling for air. Little by little, the desperation and terror in his gaze transformed into a sharp, icy killing intent. 'Harris, do you think we should reach out to Knox?" one of his friends quietly asked Harris. He nodded in response, indicating for them to grab their weapons.
In an instant, over a dozen racing drivers grasped their short knives, ready for action.
Vera observed as the group wielded their knives and rushed at Robin, shouting, "Hurry and get in the car!"
Robin simply shook his head and turned away, replying. T'm offering you a way out. Why do you insist on choosing your own doom?"
Suddenly, the lonely mountain road at midnight was filled with cries and screams.
The group of racing drivers armed with knives was quickly scattered and overpowered.
Robin advanced slowly toward Harris.
'Sir... I... I regret it, I regret it!" Harris knelt on the ground, repeatedly bowing in a plea for mercy.
At that moment, Robin's phone buzzed with a notification, The Brookhaven Martial Alliance has discovered that the Brookhaven Butcher has been incapacitated and has issued a kill order against Sir."
'Ivan Spencer, the Deputy Enforcer of the Martial Alliance, is scheduled to arrive in Harmonfield tomorrow to oversee operations alongside Knox Davidson, the head of the local branch of Brookhaven Martial Alliance."
As Robin scanned the information from the Dark Web, he let out a sneer, a chilling glint appearing in his eyes.
'Stand up. I've had a change of heart!
Ilarris immediately halted his pleas, glancing at Robin in fear. "Sir, what ... do you want from me?"
'Let's make a bet on a race!" Robin said as he turned and headed toward Vera's car.
'What? Bet... on a race? You want to race me?"
Harris stared at his back and then at the dilapidated Porsche. "Are you saying you want to race this car against mine?"
"Exactly, this one!" Robin confirmed, nodding as he lifted the hood and made a quick adjustment to the engine.
A spark of cunning and thrill flickered in Harris eyes.
He exchanged looks with his friends, and they silently came to an understanding.
Racing against them on this mountain road would be a reckless move.
Vera recognized Harris' intentions and cautioned, "Robin, don't act on impulse. Don't take their bet!"
Robin closed the hood of the car and replied, "Isn't this what you've been anticipating? Are you really that attached to your car?"
"That's not my point! This car is practically worthless now. There's nothing to be attached to, she retorted.
"They've been racing on this mountain road for nearly a decade, and I can't even count how many lives have been lost on this Spiral Heights!
"Plus, our car is almost falling apart. The power system, brakes, and handling can't ensure our safety, let alone our speed.
"With the car in this state, how can you expect to compete with them?
Robin wiped his hands and flashed a grin, showing off a set of bright white teeth. "It's just a basic race, after all!" Before Vera could step in, Robin turned around and leaned against the car, signaling for Harris to come over. Harris was strategizing on how to take down Robin at a specific bend, and upon seeing the gesture, he quickly rushed over.
'Since we're betting cars, we need to establish a prize! Bring me paper and a pen!" Robin stated casually.
"Of course!" Harris immediately had someone fetch them. "How should I write it?'
'I'll say it, and you write it down!" Robin pointed to the ground.
Harris quickly knelt, clutching the pen with unease.
'Debt Agreement!" Robin declared.
"Huh?" Everyone was taken aback.
Wasn't this supposed to be a racing agreement? How did it turn into a debt agreement?
'Write it!" Robin ordered in a frigid tone.
"Alright, alright!" Harris replied, sweating nervously, fearing that this man might reconsider and toss him off a cliff once more.
'Debt Agreement! Harris agreed to compete against Vera, and lost! He will give her a Porsche 918 Spyder and all his stocks in Davidson Group!
"Write your name and add your signature on it!"
Harris was bewildered. "But we haven't even raced yet! How can I have lost? And why a debt agreement?"
'I told you how to write it, so just do it! Do you have a problem with that?" Robin replied icily.
"Alright, alright!" Harris quickly scribbled what Robin requested.
He thought to himself. If your car crashes during the race, and you die, then everything written here is meaningless!
"Keep going!" Robin shouted as he kicked Harris. "This race is a high-stakes gamble. Life and death are up to fate!"
Harris completed the debt agreement and handed it over to Robin.
'Fine, we'll gamble by your rules!" Robin replied casually.
Harris nodded, stood up, and made his way to the Lamborghini, his eyes burning with resentment.
Just wait, your end is near!
How dare you strike me? I will ensure you meet a spectacular end!
Several companions were already familiar with eliminating rivals in these races.
Typically, they would drive to the bend, trapping the opponent's car from the front and back, forcing it over the edge.
That's how Vera's brother plummeted off the cliff.
Robin got back into the car and tossed the debt agreement to Vera.
"Get out. Tomorrow, you can take this debt agreement to Davidson Group and claim what's rightfully yours!"
'I'm not getting out!" Vera clutched the debt agreement tightly and responded resolutely.
"Alright."
Robin pressed down hard on the Porsche's gas pedal.
The powerful engine roared loudly in the open valley as the Porsche raced toward the mountaintop like an arrow.
Following closely behind were the Lamborghini, Aston Martin, and Bugatti, all in pursuit of Robin.
In an instant, the roar of racing cars echoed through the midnight air on Spiral Heights, accompanied by the ear-splitting sound of tires screeching against the rugged rocks.
As they approached the third turn, Robin's car suddenly had its rear hatch blown off, nearly losing half its body in the process.
Suddenly, the door on Vera's side flew open, causing her to scream in fright.
The cold mountain wind swept away all the debris inside the car.
Glancing at the battered Porsche, she feared it could disintegrate at any moment.
Vera clutched the seatbelt tightly, on the verge of tears.
"Robin, the car is falling apart! We're going to die!"
'Be quiet! It won't fall apart!" Robin shouted back, giving a thumbs-up upside down to the Lamborghini that zoomed past him.
He gently scraped the battered Porsche against the track, which was perilously close to the edge of the cliff.
Harris observed Robin's reckless maneuvers and laughed out loud. He shouted excitedly through her earpiece, 'I'll take him out on the next turn!"