End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 362

Stering with My Beastly Arriv

Chapter 362 A Damsel in Distress

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“I kind of feel bad for them. Paul said, thinking it over. “Coming over to get close to us was definitely part of it, but the other part? I think they genuinely thought we were too nervous to go get food, and they wanted to help.”

Erin nodded. “Yeah.”

Her ability and Paul’s were similar in a certain sense. Reading the Newton siblings‘ intentions hadn’t been hard for either of them.

Robin’s tone was light, almost idle. “If you want something, you’ve gotta go after it yourself. If those two are smart enough, they’ll strike while the iron’s hot. Who knows, maybe I’ll go soft and decide to help

them out.”

The meal wound down, and everyone from Tyrant Base left the cafeteria with satisfied smiles. It had been a long time since any of them had eaten until they were actually full.

As they headed upstairs, Robin caught the sound of a commotion drifting from a nearby corner. A man’s voice threaded through it, furious and vicious. “You crazy woman, dragging that little freak around. You came here just to curse this whole base, didn’t you?”

“Wait.” Robin held up a hand. Everyone stopped.

Another voice answered, one she recognized, stubborn and sharp. “You came looking for trouble with us! We didn’t do anything to you!”

That was unmistakably Willow.

The man let out a cold laugh. “You think you need to come to us? You parading that monster brother of yours around the base is already more than enough. You’re an eyesore to every single person here.”

“You’re being completely unreasonable.”

“W-Wil…” Theobold’s voice shook, the words stumbling out of him, but there was a hard resolve underneath. “They’re right. I’m dragging you down. If it weren’t for me, they wouldn’t give you such a hard time…”

Willow cut him off, fierce and immediate. “Don’t you

dare say that.

“You’re my brother, Theo. Protecting you is my job. These people are coming after us because they’re trash, not because of anything you did. Mom and Dad are gone. You’re the only family I have left. Don’t ever talk about being a burden.”

“Aww, would you listen to that. What a touching little sister–brother moment.” The man’s voice dripped with mockery. “Here’s the deal. Either you kick your freak of a brother out, or you both get lost. Unless you want every single person in this base to feel sick every time they lay eyes on you.”

A loud scuffle followed. The man had gotten physical.

“Get off me! I said get off! Don’t touch me, don’t you touch my brother, do you hear me?”

11:40 am

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Damsel in Distress

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Willow thrashed against him. Theobold watched Willow being manhandled, and something inside him

snapped. He launched himself forward like a cannonball and drove his foot straight into the man’s groin.

The scream that came out of the man was inhuman. His legs clamped together, both hands clutching between them, his face draining to white. Sweat the size of beads rolled down his temples as he doubled over, curled his body tight.

“You… you’re dead…

He turned his head by chance and spotted several people passing by not far away.

His expression shifted to desperate relief. He raised his voice to a shout. “Somebody help! The freak attacked me! He’s out of control! We can’t keep them in this base anymore!”

The passersby all turned to look. The moment they saw it was Willow and Theobold, ugly smiles spread across their faces.

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