"······"
Sunday's words were originally aimed solely at Robin, but he never expected that this move of "burning one's boats" would silence three people at the same time.
Stelle very sensibly jumped down from Firefly's arms and obediently hid to the side, hugging her head.
The atmosphere in the room instantly froze. After a few seconds of silence, even Sunday himself sensed a hint of something off in the air.
Why does it feel like... more than one gaze is fixed on me?
Swish swish swish—
The next second, three figures moved simultaneously, their speed so fast that only afterimages could be seen. In the next instant, Sunday felt an extreme sense of suffocation.
Robin's slender arm was now firmly locked around his neck, forming the classic "cross armbar" from grappling—a position that precisely chokes the enemy's neck, making it extremely difficult to escape even if the opponent is much stronger.
As Robin's "cross armbar" took shape, Firefly had already used a rope to securely bind Sunday, while March 7th fiddled with her Cloud-Piercer, eyeing Sunday with ill intent.
"You just admitted that you have improper thoughts about Stelle, right?"
March 7th gently tapped her palm with the shaft of Cloud-Piercer, her tone soft yet carrying a chilling edge: "As expected, you've always been a 'little cutie,' one day you're a 'little cutie,' and for your whole life, you'll be a 'little cutie.'"
Firefly casually picked up an iron rod and heated it red-hot with her mech's flames: "I'm not one to criticize, Mr. Sunday, but do you know what 'humility' means? Hmm?"
"We spared your life just three days ago, and now you're sneaking into my home. If we gave you another thirty days, would you even try to whisk little Stelle away from me?"
Firefly swung the red-hot iron rod: "Miss Robin, how about we stage an accident right here? I've already thought of tomorrow's headline."
"How about 'Former Penacony Grand Hotel Chairman Dies in Tragic Shooting Accident'? In reality, we'd lock him up in your basement and never let him out, hee hee~"
At her words, Robin's grip tightened even more. She smiled as she leaned close to Sunday: "Brother, I think her idea is pretty good~ You've toiled away outside long enough; the rest of your time should be spent enjoying life."
Sunday's throat bobbed with difficulty: "No... we were just... playing a game..."
He had only gone out to play a match with someone—how had these three made it sound like he'd done something utterly depraved?!
Especially Robin; who could understand the pain of this kind of dysfunctional family dynamic?
"Um... that, have you all misunderstood something?"
Just as Sunday was on the verge of passing out from the chokehold, Stelle finally spoke up. She cautiously glanced at the three of them and said, "We were just playing a game earlier; we didn't do anything else."
March 7th and Firefly turned back, their expressions gentle: "Don't be scared; we all heard what Mr. Sunday said just now. This kind of wolfish ambition can't be tolerated—we just need to wait a little longer."
Stelle hurriedly said, "No... that's just a game feature! Wait a second, let go, let go—he's already rolling his eyes!"
It took a great deal of effort, but Stelle finally explained everything clearly. March 7th and Firefly had always taken her words as gospel—not just because of their rose-tinted glasses, but because Stelle was someone who never lied.
As for Robin, after a round of persuasion from everyone, she finally "smilingly" released Sunday.
"So it was just playing a game."
Robin ruffled Sunday's hair, her face full of guilt: "Why didn't you say so earlier? I almost committed a grave mistake with my own hands just now."
Sunday was furious: "Stay away from me! You almost strangled me to death—do you even know that? Look at yourself right now; do you still see me as your brother? Is there any justice left? Any law?!"
"Can you give me a little privacy?!"
After saying all that, Sunday suddenly paused, then seemed to realize something, growing even more enraged: "Wait... how did you all know we were here? Robin? You're stalking me again, aren't you?"
Robin's expression turned cold: "You actually think I'd stalk you? How could I possibly stalk you? Brother, if you're going to suspect me without reason like this, it's truly heartbreaking."
She said it with complete conviction because she hadn't actually stalked Sunday—she had merely monitored him.
Even stepping back ten thousand steps, even if she did fit the description of "secretly following Stelle," how could matters between siblings be called stalking? It was clearly just a sister's all-encompassing care for her brother!
"You······"
Seeing that Robin wouldn't admit it, Sunday said irritably, "Then leave right now. I may be your brother, but I'm also a person—a living, breathing person!"
"If you keep this up, believe me, I'll straight-up learn from the blond guy next door and vanish for five hundred years!"
"······"
Seeing that Sunday seemed truly angry, Robin finally lowered her head and toned it down a bit: "I'm sorry; I understand."
Sunday snorted coldly. "Then why aren't you all leaving?"
March 7th & Firefly raised their eyebrows: "Leaving?"
As if—they'd already come all this way.
Sunday: "Wait... if you're not leaving, then what are you doing?"
Five minutes later.
[Day has joined the room].
[Night God Moon has joined the room].
[Terror SAM Head has joined the room].
Sunday looked at the three people sitting beside him who had joined the five-player queue, suddenly feeling utterly bored and uncomfortable, like needles under his skin······
A pleasant day passed just like that.
·····
The next day.
Bzzz—
March 7th and Firefly's phones both received a text at the same time—it was a message from Robin in the group chat "Stelle Bullying Day."
Robin: @March 7th @Firefly, don't forget what we agreed on yesterday. I've already provided you with the surveillance; you have to keep your promise and give me information on Miss Stelle.
Information on Stelle (Stelle)?
The two sitting in the living room simultaneously glanced at the tightly shut bedroom door. Ever since they had moved here, Stelle locked her door every night, also locking away their restless hearts.
Whatever······ She had said that one must keep their word.
With that in mind, March 7th replied in the group chat: "What information do you want? Just say it."
Firefly: Let's be clear upfront—we can only help within our capabilities. It can't be anything that would make Stelle Bao upset.
Robin: "First, I want photos and videos of Miss Stelle, as well as her three measurements. I want to observe Miss Stelle's appearance and figure."
March 7th: ? What do you mean?
That's a bit perverted, isn't it?
Robin: "Oh, don't overthink it; I don't mean anything else. I just purely want to compare the differences between myself and Miss Stelle in terms of looks and figure, to see if the reason my brother has taken an interest is due to appearance."
"This concerns my... brother's major life matters; I must control the variables and be cautious."