'Bang——!'
A shot rang out, hitting Robin Loman's other leg. Already struggling to hold on, Robin immediately fell to his knees, his eyes filled with intense fury!
Charles Chill gently twirled the handgun in his hand, his gaze landing in front of the table as he asked again, "What is your purpose for staying here?"
Robin lowered his eyes, remaining silent, his back straight as a board, looking like he was ready to face whatever punishment came his way!
"Let me guess why you're staying here, yet we don't see Joshua Sulliven's figure," Charles Chill spoke to himself, his gaze falling on Robin, seemingly indifferent to whether he spoke or not.
Robin remained unmoved, making it hard to glean anything from his expression.
Charles Chill took a sip of water and chuckled lightly, "I guess you're staying here to protect someone."
