"How dare a few guard dogs try and block my path!" Robbie scorned and ordered the people he brought. "Force your way in! Kill those who resist!"
"Yes sir!"
Some from the group of highly trained bodyguards walked past Robbie and tried to force their way in.
Colin began to count slowly. "This is my first warning... This is my second warning..."
"Move aside, guard dog!" one of the bodyguards smirked as he threw a punch at Colin's face.
"This is my third warning!"
Just as Colin finished his robot-like counting, he caught the incoming punch and returned with a slap.
Crack!
Colin's opponent's bones broke, accompanied by a loud crack.
The bodyguard didn't even get the chance to cry out from pain and fainted on the spot.
Behind Colin, the Elite Eight took down their opponents in a single hit as well.
In just an instant, all of Robbie's men were lying in their own blood.
What is this?
Robbie was both surprised and enraged. Not only did Colin and the Elite Eight dared touch his bodyguards, but also that the whole process took no more than a few seconds.
It had been quite some time since Colin and the Elite Eight last were in a fight. They still weren't satisfied even after beating down Robbie's bodyguards.
"Anyone else still wants to try?" Colin smirked.
Robbie glared at Colin and threatened, "You are the first person to act so arrogant towards us Zieglers! You're dead meat!" "Funny. There are more than three thousand people who want a piece of me. Wait for your turn!” Colin laughed.
Robbie's eyes widened as he was about to be consumed by his own anger.
Suddenly, Jenny, Penny's assistant, ran out of the building in her high heels and said, "Mr. Dunne, Mr. Cross wants to meet them."
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