Chapter 158 Colin Protects Cole
Seeing that Cole didn't move, the boy kicked him impatiently and said angrily: "Get up and kneel down, and I will let you go!"
Cole still didn't move.
When the boy was about to kick again, a mechanical voice suddenly interrupted them.
"Don't hit the master, don't... hit the master."
The boy looked back and saw a robot clumsily walking out. He immediately mocked: "Isn't this just a useless scrap of metal? You hide it like a treasure every day and don't let us play with it. It turns out that it is still a loyal scrap of metal?"
The robot's structure was still incomplete, and it could only take a few clumsy steps to balance itself, while its mouth was still mechanically repeating the same words.
The boy became impatient with what he said, so he picked up the iron rod on the table and smashed it down. The robot fell to the ground instantly, but it was still staring in the direction of Cole.
The boy looked at Cole proudly and said condescendingly: "Is this the trash you made? Just like you, it's useless!"
"What's the point of keeping him? It would be better to let him die!" the girl suggested.
"Okay, let me end his life!" The boy curled up a bloodthirsty smile and was about to hit Cole's head with an iron rod but was pounced on by the robot lying on the ground.
"Don't... hit the master." The robot repeated the last sentence and a burning smell came from the room.
The boy was pinned down and couldn't move. He yelled, "Help me up! Quick!"
But the robot was too heavy, and the kids were no match for it. They were trying to find a way to rescue the boy.
"Hmph, Cole, you may be reluctant to kill them, but they may not show mercy to you. Do you see clearly this time?" A gloomy voice suddenly came, and several people were startled.
Cole, who was originally lying on the ground, had stood up at some point, exuding a murderous aura, and stared at the childish actions of several people with a half-smile.
"Colin, don't... kill them. Just teach them a lesson. I don't want to kill anyone..."
"Then should I kneel down on your behalf to thank them for not killing you?!" Colin interrupted him coldly.
"Who are you?" the girl asked in a trembling voice.
The man in front of him exuded a murderous aura, like a judge from the abyss. He was not the man who just covered his abdomen and couldn't get up. His blue pupils made people dare not look directly into his eyes.
"Who am I?" Colin raised his lips and repeated, "Don't you know who I am? I am your good brother Cole."
"No, you're not!" The girl stepped back with her eyes wide open in horror.
They can be considered half-siblings. After Cole's mother died, his father never came to see him again. He probably doesn't even remember how old he is now.
Cole thought that his father was too busy governing the country, so he was always careful to please everyone and wanted others to remember him, but in the end no one cared about a child without a mother.
"It's okay, I don't care anyway." Colin slowly approached the girl and said viciously:
"But I care about the people who hurt Cole!"
The girl had been forced into a corner, with no way to retreat. She opened her eyes wide and tried to understand why Cole's cowardly character suddenly became so strong and so terrifying.
"Cole is so nice, why do you all want to kill him! He just wants to live! What did he do wrong!" Colin suddenly said angrily.
As he spoke, he put his arms around the girl's neck, tightening the grip little by little. The girl's cheeks turned red, her eyes widened and veins bulged. She opened her mouth to breathe fresh air, but was unable to do so and could only make a loud noise. She weakly slapped Colin's arm, trying to make him let go, but it was all in vain.
The girl's breathing became increasingly difficult, her vision began to blur, and her consciousness gradually became unclear. But she still stared at Colin with all her strength, her eyes filled with despair and unwillingness. Physiological tears kept sliding down her eyes uncontrollably, flowing down her cheeks and soaking her collar.
When the other kids saw Cole was about to kill the girl, they ran over and shouted, "Emma! That bastard is going to kill Emma! Call the guards!"
Colin had a look of disgust on his face. He grabbed the handmade knife beside him and threw it aside. The boy opened his mouth in astonishment, wanting to scream, but his voice was choked by fear, and only a low gurgling sound came out of his throat.
His eyes widened, his face filled with horror, his hands trembling in disbelief, he slowly reached for his neck. His fingertips lightly touched it, and he felt a warm liquid flowing out. He slowly lowered his head, and blood stained his fingers red.
The boy's face turned pale as paper, his lips lost their color, and his body was shaky. "Bang!" With a dull sound, his legs softened and he knelt straight on the ground.
His eyes were wide open, and he stared at Colin's direction unwillingly, his eyes full of unwillingness. His breathing gradually became weaker, and he fell face down.
The girl's struggles became weaker and weaker, and she gradually stopped breathing. Colin glanced coldly at the other boys. They just realized what was happening and immediately rushed out in fear, shouting:
"Help! Murder! Murder!"
Cole's room was in the most remote corner, and there were usually no servants to serve him, let alone guards to protect his safety.
These were all children that His Majesty loved, and whenever they went out to play, guards would follow them to protect their safety. But this time, in order to better bully Cole, they made up an excuse to send them all away.
So no matter how loudly the boys shouted, no one could hear them, and Colin soon caught up with them.
The servant who was in charge of cleaning the royal gate early in the morning screamed and fainted.
The patrolling guards carried her away without noticing the blood dripping down her back.
"Your Majesty, Emma..." The woman looked at the king anxiously, hesitant to speak.
"Speak directly if you have anything to say."
"Emma went out to play with some kids last night and didn't come back. We looked for her all night but to no avail." The woman said in a crying voice.
The man frowned "What do you mean? Who did Emma go out with?"
"With a few princes..."
"How many of them are there?"
"Neither of them came back, and neither of them was found."
"Hurry up and send a few more teams out to search. We must find Emma!" the man said coldly.
The woman was shocked by his aura and agreed immediately.
"Your Majesty! Something bad has happened to your Majesty!" Someone suddenly ran in from outside and shouted without caring about etiquette: "Your Majesty, something bad has happened!"
The woman had a bad feeling in her heart. She suppressed her anxiety and said, "What's wrong? Tell me what happened!"
"Yes... the princess and the prince were hung at the door of the royal family..."
"What!" The man said in disbelief: "Bring them in quickly and let the doctor come in to take a look!"
"Your Majesty... it's not the bodies of the princess and the prince, but... it's their heads!"