The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 246 Your Life Has Started the Countdown In the dimly lit bar on the second floor, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the bustling first floor.

Robin scanned the crowd in the upstairs lounge, his eyes landing on a familiar face.

It was Finn, a disciple of the Alliance.

After the fierce battle at Spiral Heights, the Alliance had disbanded.

Most of its members had scattered from Harmonfield and Brookhaven, seeking their own paths.

Finn himself hails from the provincial capital.

Today, he was accompanying a few childhood friends from hto the Marion Club to check out the new model from Rashea.

Meanwhile, Finn caught sight of Robin.

He had been laughing and joking with his friends, but the moment he saw Divine Drakebane, his expression turned cold, nearly purple, and his teeth began to clatter in fear. The shock that Robin brought was indelible.

Though Finn had not witnessed the bloody events at Dragon Ridge Valley firsthand, the horrors he witnessed at the Harmonfield Hotel had etched themselves in his memory forever. Finn had once believed that Kyler and Ronald represented the pinnacle of strength in the world.

However, Robin's appearance shattered all of his previous beliefs.

The terrifying presence of Robin had left a deep psychological scar on Finn.

At that moment, facing Robin, Finn instinctively lowered his head, a chill running down his spine.

What is Robin doing here? Did he cto eliminate all the disciples of the Alliance? From the corner of his eye, Finn stole a glance at Robin, who seemed indifferent to him.

Only then did Finn dare to slowly lift his head.

He felt a slight sense of relief when he saw Robin walking toward a corner table.

The tall and handsRobin attracted attention once more, drawing gasps and excited whispers from the crowd. Finn's companions were a group of young men from the provincial capital, all notorious for their unruly behavior.

Among them was Ralph Preston, the heir of the Preston Group, who held a leadership position among the group. Next to Ralph sat Andrew Lambert, whose family owned a boxing gym in the provincial capital, boasting three franchises of fight clubs within Brookhaven.

With his skills and family background, Andrew often stuck close to Ralph.

The rest of the group were second-generation scions of noble families from the provincial capital.

With a chorus of beautiful women gasping, the young men turned their gazes toward Robin.

Although they frequented nightclubs and social events and had met many attractive people, none had ever encountered someone with Robin's extraordinary aura and striking looks. Jealousy stirred within them.

Under the scrutinizing stares of the crowd, Robin approached a middle-aged man with thick hair and sat down. "Darkwolf, we finally meet," he said.

"Divine Drakebane?" The middle-aged man slowly raised his head, astonishment written across his face, though he maintained an outward calm.

Darkwolf studied Robin closely under the dim bar lights.

He found it hard to believe that the legendary and terrifying Divine Drakebane was so youthful and handsome.

Anyone unaware of Robin's background would never associate him with terms like murder, cruelty, and bloodshed.

This was a man who had shaken the entire World of Darkness in just a few years since his debut. Darkwolf realized he had to take him seriously.

After a brief assessment of Robin's strength, Darkwolf felt no oppressive aura emanating from him. Instead, Robin seemed almost ordinary.

It left Darkwolf questioning how someone like him could navigate the World of Darkness and instill fear in the most elite assassin organizations, such as the Phoenix Vanguard and the Dark Night Alliance. In the years he had spent retreating into the mountains, had the World of Darkness becso weak? After he scruntinized Robin, he smiled and asked, "Divine Drakebane, are you truly this confident? "Have you heard of the Soul Collector from many years ago?" "I'm not interested in any legends," Robin replied in a playful manner, while pouring himself a cup of tea and smiling.

"How much does the Phoenix Vanguard offer that motivates you to trackdown to Draconia and risk your own life? "Now that I'm here, why not make your move?" Darkwolf's eyes lit up. He felt an unusual energy surrounding him-military or police surveillance.

There were powerful figures watching closely.

With disdain, Darkwolf regarded Robin.

"Lord Drakebane, I never expected someone like you to rely on the police to dance around me. Isn't that rather pathetic? "However, this is useless to me.

"I have thrived in the underground world for many years without defeat, because I'm faster than anyone else at killing, but my ability to escape is unmatched worldwide. The most important skill for an assassin is survival. If you can assassinate your target and escape, then you are a true Assassin King. Even with all this military backing, they won't catch me.

"Lord Drakebane, I'm quite disappointed in you!" Robin smirked, sizing up the once-feared Assassin King.

"You're overthinking this. I never rely on anyone's strength.

"I can give you a chance to avoid them." Darkwolf gazed at Robin with a chilly smile, asking, "Divine Drakebane, are you really that confident?" "You might still be unaware of my true strength. As the Assassin King, I can find countless ways to kill you." Darkwolf spoke slowly, as if casually gossiping, his face devoid of tension or fear.

It seemed they were discussing trivial matters-not the obliteration of a life.

Robin chuckled and asked, "How can you be so sure you can escape from me? As for those military forces or watchers know nothing about them, Vnft had relied on them for protection over the years, I wouldn't be the Divine Drakebane you speak of Darkwolf's expression stiffened. "Lord Drakebane, you may be underestimating my power. After years of retreating from underground, someone like you suddenly appears, and you thinkyou're the number one? In front of 13 of the world's top assassins, you are nothing! The reputation you've built today is merely a stroke of luck. When I returned to the underground, your life is on a countdown." Robin set down his cup and asked coldly, "Thirteen assassins? Now there are only 11 left." He glanced at his watch and said, "In ten minutes, you'll be dead, and it will be down to ten. By my estimates, before three in the morning tomorrow, there will be none left." At that moment, a striking woman in crystal high heels and a daringly short skirt approached, holding a glass of red wine.

She sauntered to the table and smiled charmingly at Robin. "Hey there, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before, but I just can't remember where, haha." Before she could finish her sentence, she burst into laughter.

The woman was tall, curvy, and breathtakingly beautiful-a true knockout.

Her extraordinary beauty could easily outshine anyone in tonight's venue, marking her as the queen of the night.

As she laughed, she leaned closer to Robin, almost spilling her ample bosom into his arm.

The enticing scent wafted from her slightly parted, seductive lips.

"That woman is Emmy Pena, the queen escort of Marion Club. It looks like she's trying to catch that handsguy's attention," one of Ralph's companions remarked, glancing at Ralph. Those spoil brats understood all too well that Ralph cto the Marion Club solely for Emmy.

Ralph's expression darkened.

Before coming, he had boasted that he would definitely take Emmy to bed that night.

As he witnessed this scene, he felt humiliated.

"Harris, I'm going to show that guy what's what!" Andrew declared, standing up.

After the troubles at the alliance, his family business was looking to m leverage out and secure sthe Preston Group to send their security contracts. This was the perfect opportunity to ingratiate themselves with Ralph.

Ralph, holding his drink, stared in Robin's direction.

At that moment, Emmy, with her enchanting figure, seemed eager to crawl into Robin's arms.

Ralph inhaled deeply, his voice cold. "Just a warning is enough; don't make too much noise." "Harris, just watch!" Andrew replied as he strode toward Robin's table.

Finn was trembling with fear, too late to intervene as Andrew reached Robin's side.

In their eyes, Robin seemed like an inconsequential nobody.

The Preston Group was one of the top five enterprises in Brookhaven.

Ralph's father, Riley Preston, was among the wealthiest in Brookhaven, nearly ranking in the top three.

They believed they could do whatever they wanted in Brookhaven.

What could happen if they targeted a small fry like Robin? If things escalated, they could simply pay a bit of money to smooth things over.

But Finn understood that Robin was not as simple as they imagined.

He was a beast in sheep's clothing.

If they truly provoked him, Ralph's family business would end up like the Brookhaven Martial Alliance.

"Finn, what's wrong? You look terrible," Ralph remarked, noticing Finn's distress.

"Harris... please, call Andrew back! Don't provoke him!" Finn begged glancing fearfully at Robin's back, his mind haunted by the scenes from the Harmonfield Hotel. "What power does he have that we can't provoke?" Ralph shrugged, unconcerned.

With his background, he felt there 95m a was no one in Harmonfield of m Brookhaven, aside from a few familiar families that he couldn't handle. Moreover, Andrew was a man of honor who rarely bullied the weak.

He would mostly just use his status to intimidate.

Generally, he wouldn't resort to violence.

"Harris, he's Robin!" blurted Finn, panic rising in his voice.

"Robin? What does his family do? I don't think I've ever heard of him," Ralph frowned, confused by Finn's fear of Robin's name.

His reaction was far from normal.

Finn took a deep breath, trembling.

"Harris is the one who brought down our entire alliance. Sam and Ruby were killed by him. The Wrights and the Dunns from Harmonfield treat him like a distinguished guest! QUMS "Call Andrew back right now, or we're going to be in serious trouble!"