“Hey, motherf*cker! Why are you running so fast? Are you planning to crash at a wedding?”
Vera called out, clutching her panting stomach as she watched Robin’s retreating figure.
“Robin, wait for me! My heel broke again!”
At the sound of Vera’s voice, Robin finally realized he had left her behind.
He turned around and hurried back to her side.
Robin teased, “Bro, where did you buy your shoes? They keep falling apart!”
Vera bent down and kicked off her high heels.
“D*rn it! A classmate of mine who’s an e-commerce reseller sold them to me,” she replied, frustration evident in her tone. “She told me these shoes were designed by the world’s top designers and are one-of-a-kind. I bought 20 pairs all at once!” Robin glanced at Vera’s swollen ankle, then at the broken heel of her shoe.
“How much did each pair cost, given that you bought 20 at once?”
“A hundred and fifty thousand dollars each.” Vera kicked the shoe again, exasperated.
“Wow! You really are easy to fool.” Robin rolled his eyes. “A hundred and fifty thousand Sakuran Dollars each, huh?”
Just as he helped Vera up and was about to leave, he noticed Talia rushing toward them from a distance.
“Robin, you stop right there! You need to take responsibility for what you did to me!”
Responsibility?
For what?
Robin’s mouth twitched; women were really troublesome!
Vera shot him a look and asked, “It’s probably because you grabbed her breast by mistake.”
Robin instinctively glanced at Vera.
“What are you trying to do?” Vera quickly clutched her collar.
Robin pursed his lips and asked, “Seriously? She clung to me over that little issue. Hurry up! We need to leave. If that tigress catches us, we’re in big trouble!” Before Vera could process what was happening, Robin scooped her up and dashed toward the parking lot.
“Robin, you j*rk! I’m going to be sick!”
He tossed Vera into the car, and she nearly threw up.
It was only then that he noticed her hair was a complete mess from their frantic run.
Her misty eyes were now glaring at him.
“Uh-hmm, Talia is obsessed with her career. Getting tangled up with her is a hassle, so I thought I’d run a bit faster with you,” he explained.
Vera lifted her long, pale legs and kicked at Robin.
“You didn’t have to run so fast and leave me hanging like that! I … ”
Robin grabbed her foot and pulled out a pair of shoes for her. He urged, “Here, put these on.”
“Did you buy these for me?” Vera’s face lit up with delight as she looked at the grayish sandals.
She was overjoyed.
When did this guy start caring about me?
He actually guessed that my heels break often and kept a spare pair of shoes in the car for my convenience.
What does that mean?
Hehe, it means I must be important to him!
Vera quickly slipped on the shoes.
They felt as if they were boats on her feet-they were way too big.
“Such huge sandals; it could fit you perfectly.
“Hehe, but I like them! As long as you bought them for me, I love them.
“Remember, my size is 36. If you buy me shoes next time, get that size.”
Watching Vera excitedly don the oversized sandals, Robin thought to himself, This woman has such a great attitude.
Did I ever say I bought them just for her?
These sandals were actually something Rita had equipped for his car last time.
Who knew a simple pair of sandals could bring her so much joy?
She’s too innocent for me to crush her dream.
“Well, I didn’t buy them. They were just in the car,” Robin shrugged.
Vera glared at him and muttered, “Bad guy, couldn’t you keep that to yourself?”
“Couldn’t you let me believe they were a gift from you? Robin, you j*rk!” Really?
I’m a j*rk for being honest?
Suddenly, Vera pointed to the left and said, “Talia is coming after us!”
Robin froze.
That’s Talia, alright!
Why couldn’t she stop haunting me?
He immediately started the car and sped out of the parking lot, heading toward the southern suburbs, leaving Talia standing there in a state of confusion.
……
The surviving Dark Night Alliance assassin fled the restaurant and ran toward the south for several minutes.
When he realized no one was pursuing him, he finally stopped, bent over, and gasped for air.
“Click!”
Two blinding beams of light enveloped him.
“Can’t run anymore?”
Robin stepped out of the car, walking toward him slowly.
The assassin desperately leaned to the side, trying to avoid the light, but he could see Robin approaching with a smile.
The night wind lifted Robin’s loose clothing.
The worn dragon dagger hanging at his waist gleamed with a dazzling golden light.
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A golden dragon twisted through the ethereal space, appearing and disappearing like a mirage.
The assassin blinked hard, his eyes wide.
The illusion of the dragon vanished before him.
Could this be a hallucination?
Over the years, a terrifying rumor had spread throughout the World of Darkness.
Anyone who saw this strange dragon had been sentenced to death by Divine Drakebane.
“Lord Drakebane, I-I received some incorrect information! How could I dare to act against you?”
The pale-skinned, short middle-aged man made a desperate plea.
“Did Drogo from Phoenix Vanguard send you?” Robin asked, frowning slightly.
Years ago, when he single-handedly
faced off against the Phoenix Vanguard, Drogo and several powerful Phoenix Vanguard members had managed to escape the tragic fate as they were coincidentally not in the
headquarters.
Now, having risen to the position of Dragon Leader, did Drago team up with the Dark Lord for revenge? However, he actually sent such pathetic people to get him?
Shouldn’t Drago send at least a few high-level masters to deal with him?
His move was overconfident.
“Now that we’ve reached this point, what does it matter if I tell you?” The assassin took a deep breath, assuming a posture as if ready to die. “Divine Drakebane, I admit you’re formidable!
“But this time, the Phoenix Vanguard and Dark Lord have enlisted the world’s top assassin organizations to carry out endless pursuits against you.” “You have nowhere to run! You won’t be as lucky as you were a few years ago!
“Even the most terrifying assassin organization, Wolfshade, has announced its return to collect your bounty after remaining dormant for nearly fifty years.”
“The Soul Collector, also known as Darkwolf of Wolfshade, has already arrived in Harmonfield.
“He once swept through Escea’s World of Darkness. No one has survived more than two minutes under his fang.”
Robin raised an eyebrow and asked, “Oh, it seems like Drogo is hell bent on getting himself kilk, huh?
“I guess he overestimates himself.
“To me, the Phoenix Vanguard is nothing but a bunch of ants!”
Noticing that Robin had not yet made move, that assassin suddenly produced a strange weapon that looked like a small cannon.
He aimed the weapon at Robin and fired.
“Boom!”
A handball-sized bullet flew in Robin’s direction.
The assassin’s weapon was a specially designed close-combat killing tool, similar in principle to a light rocket launcher.
At a distance of 30 feet, it could deliver devastating power.
A single round from such a weapon could blow a lion into pieces.
He believed that as long as he had the chance to shoot, Divine Drakebane’s strength wouldn’t matter.
“D*mn! They’re using junk like this to try to kill me!”
Faced with the giant bullet speeding toward him, Robin smirked and raised his dragon dagger with disdain.
Under the powerful aura emanating from the dragon dagger, the giant bullet began to spin and redirected itself, now hurtling straight toward the assassin.
“Ah! Devil!”
“Boom!”
A mist of blood erupted. They obliterated the assassin, leaving not a single fragment behind.
Robin surveyed the scene before him, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He decided that it was still early. Tonight, he would go after that Soul Collector.
Talia handed over the incident at Hot Pot Haven to the local police.
Shortly after, she received classified intelligence from her division.
The shocking news hit her hard, where the target of an international assassin was none other than Robin!
Talia was stunned.
Thirteen top-tier international assassins had been sent to eliminate Robin.
But why would these elite killers set their sights on him? Robin served as a project president under the Dunn Group.
What could he possibly have done to deserve such attention?
Darkwolf and the Surgeon were among those present.
Their initial hiring fee was a staggering five hundred million dollars, and the bounty for completing the mission could exceed a billion! Not only that, but there were 13 of them.
It begged the question: what kind of person could command such an extravagant array of talent?
Talia was confident in her own abilities, but she understood all too well that she was no match for any of these 13 renowned killers.
They moved like shadows, striking without warning.
For years, Interpol had been searching for them, expending countless elite resources, yet had come up empty-handed.
Many agents had mysteriously disappeared in the process.
Now, with the 13 assassins entering the country to hunt Robin, the national security department of Draconia and the global law enforcement community were on high alert. Her division had dispatched twenty special agents to Harmonfield to assist Talia in dealing with this urgent situation.
…
After dealing with the assassin from the Dark Night Alliance, Robin returned to his car. After that, he quickly released Vera’s acupoints.
“Where … where am I?” Vera rubbed her sleepy eyes, still dazed.
“You fell asleep,” Robin said, starting the car and handing her a bottle of water.
As she sipped, Vera became more alert.
She glanced at her disheveled attire and asked, “Robin, you naughty guy … you didn’t do anything to me, did you?
“How did I fall asleep?” She pondered, still confused.
Robin cast a quick glance at Vera’s long, fair legs.
He said, “It’s getting late; I’ll take you home.
“Your office is just up ahead. I’ll drop you off to get some rest at the company’s guest room,” he suggested.
“Alright,” Vera sighed, stretching her back and massaging her neck.
“Robin, why do I feel exhausted today? My back and legs are aching.
“Sigh! Maybe you should come back with me tonight. I can give you a little reward,” Vera said casually.
“A reward? What kind of reward?” Robin warily looked at the girl, who leaned closer to his face.
Robin sensed she was up to something.
He was tense, and Vera couldn’t help but laugh.
She then propped her long legs up on the dashboard, wiggling her soft, delicate feet.
“So, what do you think? Are my legs and feet pretty?” She teased.
“And look at my nail polish. Isn’t it pretty?”
Robin found his throat tightening as he stared at those beautiful legs.
Vera’s legs were, without doubt, exquisite.
Seeing Robin’s awkward expression, she giggled.
“The reward I’m talking about is a massage, silly! You’ll massage for me! Hahaha!”
Robin’s grip on the steering wheel trembled slightly.
Vera beamed at him, amused.
Geez, look at you! I thought you didn’t have any feelings for me.
Just a glimpse of my beautiful legs, and your hands are shaking.
Let’s see if you end up with a nosebleed when you’re giving me that massage later!
Ten minutes later, they arrived at Silva Tower.
“I twisted my ankle; you have to carry me up,” Vera said, extending her arms.
Robin hesitated for a moment but ultimately scooped her up.
Vera wrapped her arms around his neck, her enchanting eyes locked on his. With a playful grin, she whispered, “Tonight, you should claim me.”
Ignoring her, Robin stepped into the elevator.
The close proximity felt different, igniting a flurry of emotions within him.
The softness of her body was both thrilling and distracting.
“Why won’t you look at me? Hehehe!” Vera teasingly observed Robin’s feigned indifference with a playful grin.
As they exited the elevator, they ran into Sarah, who lived in the building’s guest rooms.
“Robin and Vera? What are you two doing here?” Sarah started, her eyes widening.
Vera immediately closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
“Oh! She twisted her ankle, and I’m just bringing her back,” Robin explained awkwardly, not stopping as he entered Vera’s executive suite.
He shut the door and gently tossed Vera onto the spacious sofa.
“Come on, that’s just lame. Just admit you’re not really asleep,” he said.
Vera lay on the sofa, kicking off her shoes to reveal her smooth legs and back.
She pointed to the massaging oil beneath the coffee table.
“I’m sore all over. Please help me with a massage.”
Robin hesitated but finally sat beside her.
Vera thought he wouldn’t agree; she was just teasing him.
Surprisingly, he actually agreed to her request.
Vera closed her eyes and couldn’t care less about what happened next.
If he really went for it, she would be okay with that!
She instinctively started unbuttoning the back of her top.
Just as Robin poured oil onto her back and massaged for him, Sarah burst through the door, followed by Talia and four agents from Investigation Division Seveno
Vera quickly pulled her skirt down to cover her legs, clutching Robin tightly.
He draped his jacket over her shoulders and asked irritably, “What are you all doing barging in at this hour?”
The agents froze at the sight before them, momentarily stunned.
After a brief pause, they hurriedly stepped back outside.
“Robin, you two better get dressed!” Talia shouted from the hallway.
Robin glanced at the disheveled Vera, shrugging. “Well, they’ve seen everything now.”
Vera laughed. “So what if they did? It’s not a big deal; we didn’t do anything.”
“The problem is my reputation,” Robin sighed, shaking his head sadly.
“Robin, you j*rk!” Vera jumped up from the sofa, grabbing a throw pillow and whacking him with it.
“I wasn’t worrying about my reputation, but you actually started that. You exploited me and pretended to be innocent.
“Can you two stop your banter?” Talia reentered the room.
It was then that Vera noticed Talia had changed into military attire.
She bore the insignia of two stripes and one star on her shoulder, indicating her rank as a major.
With her already stunning looks and curves, the uniform made her appear even more commanding and striking.
Vera glanced at Talia’s serious expression, stuck out her tongue playfully, and sat down beside Robin.
Robin leaned back on the sofa and said helplessly, “Major Cross, you really are relentless. It’s already late,
and you’ve followed me all the way here. Will this ever come to an end?
“Maybe you have a thing for me?” He quipped.
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“I’ll be blunt: you can leave. I’m not interested,” he replied without hesitation.
“Outrageous!” yelled one of Talia’s colleagues, clearly offended.
Robin lazily raised an eyebrow, looking at the man.
“You’re free to go; you’re not welcome here.
“Sarah, escort them out, please!”
Furious, the man lunged at Robin.
However, a loud thud echoed in the next moment as he fell back, crashing into the hallway’s corner.
The other three agents immediately prepared to intervene.
“Think carefully before you make a move in front of me,” Robin said, a smirk on his face.
Talia quickly halted their advance.
These four new colleagues hadn’t seen Robin’s skills, but Talia had.
She had seen firsthand how even the most elite assassins cowered in his presence, their fear palpable in a way she had never encountered before. Stepping closer, Talia’s voice turned cold. She declared, “Robin, you are in a very dangerous situation right now. We are here to protect you!” Robin scoffed lightly, a dismissive laugh escaping his lips. “I don’t need your help. You should focus on protecting yourselves.”
At this, Talia and her colleagues felt a flash of anger.
Yet, a deep curiosity about Robin had begun to brew within Talia.
She needed to understand who he was and why 13 top assassins had been sent to kill him.
She began patiently, “Earlier at Hot Pot Haven, you saw that besides the Hellclaw’s assassins targeting Ms. Silva, there were others coming for you too.”
She gestured to a lieutenant officer beside her, who produced a handful of photographs from his briefcase and placed them on the table in front of Robin.
“Take a look at these people,” Talia urged. “They are all top-tier assassins on Interpol’s most-wanted list.”
Robin shrugged, his disinterest evident. “What does this have to do with me?”
The lieutenant pointed to the photographs on the table and said calmly, “We have received confidential intelligence that these assassins have entered the country with the intention of killing you!” Vera and Sarah gasped in shock.
Talia pressed on, pointing to a picture. “This individual is known as ‘the Surgeon,’ the top assassin for the Kofror, Steel Vipers.”
“That’s the man who killed in Hot Pot Haven,” she continued.
“He has assassinated nearly a hundred wealthy individuals and politicians in the past five years, never once failing.
“Now, this one,” Talia continued, casting a gaze at Robin, who still wore an expression of disdain.
Talia pointed at a man with the features of one from Skeola.
“This killer is the number one assassin from the world-renowned organization, Wolfshade. He goes by the nickname Soul Collector; his name is Darkwolf.
“Darkwolf is already in Harmonfield,” she announced ominously.
“People dubbed him the Soul Collector because once he appears, the target is as good as dead.”
Vera gripped Robin’s arm nervously, unable to comprehend that he had drawn the attention of such a terrifying international killer.
Sarah was equally alarmed. She turned to Robin and asked anxiously, “What are we going to do?”
The agents exchanged glances, their expressions tinged with disdain.
They believed that once Robin learned of this threat, his arrogance would finally diminish.
“Wolfshade was once a powerful force in the World of Darkness,” Talia stated, her tone growing serious.
“They rank among the most dangerous assassin organizations on Interpol’s wanted list. If it weren’t for a legendary figure from Draconia, Wolfshade would have caused chaos across the globe.” “Sadly, that legend has been missing for many years now,” she added wistfully.
“Had he been around, these top assassins would never have dared to step foot in Draconia!”
Robin noticed the admiration and respect flickering in Talia’s eyes as she spoke of this legendary figure.
What kind of person could command such reverence from someone as formidable as Talia?
Whoever I was must have been truly extraordinary-someone who could instill fear in the world’s most elite assassins.
According to Talia, it became clear that this legend had vanished many years ago.
Talia caught Robin lost in thought and coldly remarked, “Do you honestly think that being targeted by these assassins leaves you any chance of survival?”
With a chilling smile, Robin replied, “If I am indeed their target, then they have zero chance of leaving alive.”
The agents who had followed Talia did not witness Robin take down several assassins earlier at Hot Pot Haven.
Hearing Robin’s bold declaration now, their eyes filled with contempt.
They knew all too well the terror these elite assassins could invoke.
These legendary killers had kept many nations and their security forces awake at night.
Robin’s brazen words shocked them.
Yet, having just seen Robin’s skills, they realized that a person targeted by such killers must either be exceptionally gifted or hold a significant status.
“Robin, I’m not joking with you!” Talia said, exasperated by his nonchalance.
“If it weren’t for the orders from above to protect you, I wouldn’t even bother!
“I’ve seen plenty of your type before,” she continued, her voice rising.
“At first, you act like you’re
but when the assassins close in, you’re the first to scream for mercy. People like you need to learn the hard way!”
Talia’s chest heaved with anger as she lost control and shouted loudly.
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Robin’s mouth twitched slightly at her words. He asked, “So your superiors sent you to protect me, and get you’re still cursing at me?
“You’re the real j*rk here!”
“You! You aren’t even a man!” She screamed, gesturing accusingly at Robin.
Robin crossed his arms, unperturbed. “How do you know whether I’m a man or not?”
“You j*rk!” Talia started to retort but stopped short when she saw Robin gearing up for a verbal spar.
She realized that arguing with someone like him would only put her at a disadvantage.
A lieutenant stepped in, trying to restore order. “Mr. Ramsey, please, let’s keep calm.
“Our intelligence indicates that there is a powerful force manipulating these international assassins,” he explained.
They are reportedly willing to offer a ten billion dollar reward for your assassination.”
“What?” Sarah and Vera exclaimed in unison, taken aback.
A ten billion dollar bounty could drive anyone mad!
The entire conference room trembled with shock.
Even the agents, who had received a briefing about this, regarded Robin with wide eyes.
Someone offer ten billions to have him killed.
What kind of terrible deeds must Robin have committed to earn the ire of such powerful shadows?
Sarah glanced at Robin worriedly and asked in a low voice, “What are we going to do?”
Vera was equally astonished, but when she saw the calmness in Robin’s gaze, her heart settled.
She believed that no one in this world could truly instill fear in Robin.
Robin chuckled lightly and asked, “Is my life really worth that much?”
Talia leaned forward, her expression serious. “Robin, please take this seriously! This is no joke.
“We’ve received news that these 13 assassins have entered the country. They’ve gone off the grid; we have no idea where they are now.
“Given everything that happened at Hot Pot Haven last night, it’s very likely they’ve all infiltrated Harmonfield.
“Current intelligence suggests Darkwolf could be very close to you.
“Darkwolf is extremely dangerous-the number one on the assassin list!
“Killing someone of his caliber would require military force.”
“For your safety and your friends’, please cooperate with us.
“We’ll do everything we can to protect you.”
“Just you guys?” Robin scanned Talia and her team with a cold smile.
“No thanks! You’re better off looking out for yourselves.
“If Darkwolf is really here, none of you will escape.”
Talia felt a surge of anger at Robin’s words.
The agents who accompanied Talia here were equally infuriated.
Talia would have liked to show this arrogant man some sense if she weren’t in uniform.
Taking a deep breath, Talia managed to calm herself.
She had received an order to investigate the incident involving the world’s top assassins who were attempting to take out Robin.
Her main focus was to uncover Robin’s true identity rather than ensuring his safety.
Deep down, she understood the gravity of the situation.
Faced with those elite killers, she and her team felt a gnawing sense of uncertainty.
She had no idea how many backup agents had been dispatched to assist her.
If they were entangled in this mess, forget about protecting Robin; if they were to confront these assassins, would she and her team even make it out alive? “You all should leave now; we need to rest,” Robin said, pulling Vera closer as he addressed the brooding Talia again.
“Is it appropriate for you to linger here at this hour?” he continued, his tone dismissive.
“Even if you’re following orders, it doesn’t give you the right to invade my personal space.”
After a brief moment of panic, Sarah stood up, trying to defuse the situation. “Officers, Mr. Ramsey and Ms. Silva need their rest. Please leave,” she urged.
Talia’s anger flared again. “Robin, I know you’re skilled, but how can you take on so many powerful assassins all by yourself? You’re in the open, while these killers lurk in the shadows. No matter how well you prepare, there will always be a moment of vulnerability. Please cooperate with us if you want to stay safe.”
Robin was not interested in continuing the conversation.
Without even lifting his head, he waved them off dismissively, signaling for them to leave.
The frustration of Talia’s subordinates boiled over.
One of the lieutenants stepped forward and slammed his hand down on the coffee table, causing a cup to topple and shatter on the floor.
“You’re unbearably arrogant!” he shouted.
“Do you have any idea how much you’ll regret rejecting our protection?”
Robin raised an eyebrow and pointed at the lieutenant.
He instructed, “Clean up that mess. My cup costs 200 dollars. Pay up and get out.”
“You sc*m!” The lieutenant trembled with anger.
Sarah quickly interjected, “Please calm down, officers. I’ll take care of that.
“You should comply with Mr. Ramsey’s request, pay up, and leave. Mr. Ramsey needs to rest,” she reiterated.
Talia ground her teeth in frustration. “Fine! I’ll inform my superiors. No one will waste time on your nonsense anymore.”
She pointed at the lieutenant and commanded, “Transfer him 1,000 dollars. Let’s go!”
As Talia and her team stormed out, Robin couldn’t help but twitch his mouth.
If they got involved in this mess, they might not even see the threat coming before it was too late.
Him telling them to leave was saving their *ss.
They should be grateful, but they acted as if they were above it all.
Just because they held a rank didn’t make them powerful; without real capability, status meant nothing. “Ring!” Vera’s phone buzzed.
A WhatsApp call from Alice appeared on the screen.
Vera was perplexed as it was already past two in the morning.
Why would Alice call her at this hour?
“Alice, you’re still awake?” Vera asked.
Alice yawned and said, “Not really. I just got back from the bar with one of Zachary’s friends.”
“What’s up, Alice? Why call me so late?” Vera inquired.
After a brief pause, Alice said, “Vera, in a few days, Zachary and I are having our engagement ceremony.”
Vera cast a quick glance at Robin, who remained absorbed in his phone.
Taking a deep breath, she replied, “Congratulations, Alice! If there’s anything you need me to do, just let me know.”
Alice sighed.
“I want to find a better venue for the engagement. Zachary has suggested a few hotels, but I’m not satisfied with any of them. I was hoping we could rent a luxurious villa to host the ceremony. It would be more prestigious that way; considering it’s a once-in-a-lifetime event, I want it to be grand.”
“A luxurious villa?” Vera pondered.
“What kind of villa can accommodate so many guests? How many guests have you invited?”
“Well, it has to be from Dawnspire Heights Estates, Area One,” Alice replied.
“I heard from Raymond that the villas in Area One are practically estates.
“If we hold the engagement ceremony there, it would be absolutely magnificent.”
Vera paused, surprised. “Area One’s villa? There are only five luxury villas in Dawnspire Heights Estates, all inhabited by untouchable big shots. Ordinary people never even see their faces. You want to hold your engagement there?”
Suddenly, it clicked in Vera’s mind what Alice was really after.
As expected, Alice continued, “Earlier, you sent me those scenic photos of Dawnspire Heights Estates. I thought you were joking.
“But when I showed them to Raymond, he confirmed those images were from Area One. He wasn’t sure which specific villa they were from, but you told me you were at the top-tier villas. “Now I’m calling to ask if what you said is true.”
Vera glanced at Robin again, who was still scrolling through his phone, and replied thoughtfully, “Yes, it’s true. I told you that before, but you didn’t believe me.”
Alice laughed. “If that’s the case, that’s fantastic! But I’m certain that villa doesn’t belong to Robin.
“Vera, tell me are you being supported by some big shot? Did you intentionally claim that the villa belongs to Robin?”
Vera paused, a mischievous thought bubbling up in her mind.
“Maybe I am, Alice. What’s your point?”
After a moment of hesitation, Alice asked, “Vera, could you ask your friend to let us borrow that villa for half a day?”
Vera looked at Robin, a wicked smile crossing her face.
This would indeed make for an amusing prank.
Lowering her voice, she said into the phone, “Alice, I’ll tell you that villa is Robin’s. You can ask him directly to borrow it.
“You two have some history. If you et
borrow the villa for a brief time for the engagement ceremony, he shouldn’t refuse you. To Robin, that villa is nothing special. To us, it may seem unattainable, but to Robin, it’s just another ordinary place.”
On the other end, Alice sighed.
“Vera, I don’t understand why you feel the need to boast about Robin every time you mention him. I know what you’re trying to do. No matter how much Robin tries to forget me, I will never accept him.
“I’m already engaged to Zachary. Even if Robin is a billionaire, I wouldn’t be interested. Besides, he’s just a loser who lives by deceiving women like Shirley and Daphne.
“That villa in Area One? He’ll never set foot there. What kind of big shot could live in such an exclusive area? It’s not just about money; it also represents the untouchable status of the Harmonfield elite. “Even Mayor Wright’s father couldn’t reside there, so what right does Robin have? He doesn’t even have the qualifications to be a dog at the estates!”
Vera was too tired to argue further. She said, “Alright, Alice, if you don’t believe me, then forget it.”
She wondered what Alice would feel like if she found out on the day of the engagement that the villa really belonged to Robin.
“Alice, I’ll see if I can borrow it. If I have any news, I’ll contact you by noon tomorrow.”
Alice sounded excited from the other end of the phone. She said, “Vera, if you can help me borrow that villa, I’ll definitely repay you!” Vera smiled and said, “I don’t need a reward. Just seeing you happy makes me happy.
“But I want to remind you one last
thing. If you find out that Robin isn’t as worthless as you think, but rather far more powerful and even holds a higher status than people like. Daphne, Drake, and Rygar, would you regret it?”
Alice laughed heartily and said, “I’ll never regret it. Robin will never amount to anything.
“I want to become a queen like Daphne, not be with a man like Robin, who lacks ambition. We’re not even from the same world!
“Alright, Vera, don’t bring up someone like Robin again. Just thinking about him makes me sick.”
Vera’s mouth twitched slightly. “Okay, I won’t mention him again.
“Alice, you said it yourself. If I end up with Robin, don’t regret it!”
Alice chuckled and said, “I won’t. If you two really do get together, I’ll bless you!”
“What if he really is the owner of that villa? You still won’t regret it?” Vera rose and walked to the window, speaking softly.
“Never!” Alice replied firmly.
Vera hung up and turned to Robin, a radiant smile lighting up her face.
“Robin…” She approached him, looking into his eyes with a smile.
Robin froze, caught off guard by the cunning grin on Vera’s face. He was flustered.
What was this woman up to now?
“What’s going on?”
Vera’s crimson lips parted sensually as she said, “I want to borrow something from you.”
Robin instinctively tightened his legs, feeling a sense of caution, as he observed her intense gaze. “What do you want to borrow?”
“Haha… “Vera laughed, leaning in to kiss his forehead.
“I want to borrow your villa for a few days!”
Robin casually handed the access card to Vera and said, “Here you go.”
Vera smiled at his generosity. “You didn’t even ask me what I need the villa for; you just handed me the card?”
Stretching lazily, Robin replied, “It’s just a villa. If you need it, then go ahead. Why bother asking your reason? “You could stay there forever if you wanted. What’s the big deal?”
Vera paused before bursting into laughter.
Such cheeky remarks were classic Robin.
He talked about a villa worth billions as if it were just a regular house.
He casually said it was hers to borrow, and her heart swelled with joy. Yet curiosity gnawed at her.
Robin’s identity remained shrouded in mystery.
One thing was certain: that Robin was a powerful figure, a hidden titan.
It baffled Vera how Alice insisted he was a nobody, a mere commoner.
Were the Millers and Alice blind to the truth?
How could they fail to see the impressive figure Robin truly was?
In Harmonfield, influential figures from both the underworld and the elite showed Robin the utmost respect.
Shirley and Daphne, two goddess-like women, treated Robin like a master, bowing to his every whim.
They regarded him with the reverence reserved for a king.
Yet there was Alice and those fools from the Millers, parading around proclaiming that they were on a different level from Robin, claiming to be elite members of high society. They were unaware that their wealth held no value to someone like Robin.
Alice, what gives you the right to look down on Robin?
Haha! It’s laughable!
Vera chuckled to herself, finding the thought amusing.
Robin, observing Vera’s silly grin. He pouted and said, “It’s just a villa. Is it really that exciting?
“You should rest; I’m going home.”
Vera was taken aback and asked, “What? You’re leaving this late?”
Robin nodded, picking up his jacket.
Vera pouted, “I’m not going to eat you here.”
Robin shrugged his shoulders and said, “Maybe not, but who knows? Anyway, get some sleep. Bye!”
Before Vera could respond, he vanished without a trace.
Fuming, Vera stomped her foot. “That j*rk! Does he really not want to be with me?”
Sarah entered the room, raising an eyebrow. “Vera, what’s going on with you two?
“You appeared quite intimate just now, as though you were”
Vera interrupted, hitting Sarah playfully. “Shut it! It’s nothing like that. I just asked him to help me with a massage.”
“A massage? You nearly strip yourself naked. Who are you fooling?” Sarah teased, pinching Vera’s soft thigh.
Vera was too annoyed to care.
The more she explained, the messier it got; it was easier to let Sarah think what she wanted.
“Are you jealous or what?”
Sarah’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Definitely jealous! Just sharing the bed once with a man like Robin would be worth it!” Vera playfully kicked Sarah’s rounded behind. She teased, “You and your flirty attitude! I might have to keep an eye on you.
“Or else, before I know it, Robin might run off with you!”
Sarah laughed, “You better watch out for that! Hahaha!”
“Honestly, Vera, I used to think Robin was just an ordinary guy, but now he feels so mysterious.
“Did you see those impressive soldiers? They actually came to protect him!
“Vera, do you even know what Robin does?
“From the way those soldiers talked, it sounded like the world’s top assassins are after him!
“Is Robin some kind of super criminal?”
Vera chuckled and said, “You’re overthinking it!
“If he were an international criminal, the Draconia police would have caught him by now. Why would he still be around?
“I need to sleep now; I can’t keep chatting nonsense with you.”
After Sarah left, Vera toyed with the access card.
Suddenly, she realized that the card would only get her through the gate of the Dawnspire Heights Estates.
Area One required biometric identification.
If her details weren’t entered into the system, she wouldn’t get past, even with the card in hand.
She quickly picked up her phone and demanded, “Robin, you gave me the access card, but I can only reach the villa’s perimeter. I can’t actually get inside!” Robin, just leaving the Silva Tower, replied, “Oh, I completely forgot about that.
“Come to my office tomorrow noon, and I’ll help you to key in your info at the villa.
Hearing Robin’s answer made Vera smile. She asked, “Aren’t you worried I might just move into your villa and never leave?”
“Then don’t leave. What’s there to worry about?” Robin said indifferently.
“It’s a big villa; if you like it, stay.”
With that, he hung up.
Vera heard the dial tone and muttered, “That j*rk! Can’t he say one more thing?” Despite everything, her mood was cheerful.
…
After exiting the Silva Tower, Robin examined the message he received from the Dark Web.
It wrote Harmonfield Boulevard, West Sea Area’s Marion Club.
An image of a black wolf’s head accompanied the message.
With a light chuckle, he muttered, “Haha! Darkwolf, tonight is the last night of your life.”
At two thirty in the morning, Harmonfield was bustling with nightlife, especially on Rich Street in the West Sea Area.
With a black wolf head tattoo on his wrist, a middle-aged man strolled leisurely through the midnight breeze.
His features carried distinctive characteristics that belonged to a resident of Skeola-a medium build with pale skin. His wolf-like, ominous eyes scanned the crowd of scantily clad women.
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This man was the Soul Collector, Darkwolf, the number one assassin of the world-renowned killer organization, Wolfshade.
Though he appeared to be casually searching for beauty, inside he was filled with tension.
Wolfshade had given him the mission to enter Draconia and kill the infamous Divine Drakebane.
This was a high-risk mission for both him and the organization, a long-awaited challenge.
After lying low for years, Darkwolf found the underground world of assassins somewhat foreign to him.
To prepare for this, he had completed two high-profile jobs in Northern Escea before coming to Draconia.
He was confident in his skills.
Years spent away from the underground meant he had heard plenty about Divine Drakebane’s impressive exploits.
He was the recognized most ruthless fighter in the World of Darkness.
To date, no powerful assassin or organization had been able to bring him down.
Last night, Darkwolf witnessed Robin showcasing his exceptional skills from a distance.
He felt a twinge of fear about this assassination.
Robin had defeated an international-level assassin using less than ten percent of his strength.
This thought lingered in Darkwolf’s mind.
The information from Wolfshade’s headquarters seemed vastly different from the Robin he had encountered.
A flicker of fear crept into his heart-a feeling he had never experienced before since starting his career.
His instincts warned him that attempting to assassinate Divine Drakebane would not end well.
As he enjoyed the cool night breeze
and watched the alluring women around him, Darkwolf suddenly
Sa chilling gaze fixed on him
from a short distance away.
He felt as though a fierce beast was gradually approaching him.
It was Divine Drakebane!
Darkwolf focused his mind, searching for the two threatening presences coming his way.
What powerful killing intent!
But in an instant, he smirked, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.
Divine Drakebane is just that!
After tonight, there would be no more legends of Divine Drakebane in this world!
I’m the Assassin King!
Your life will end in my hands, Divine Drakebane.
Darkwolf turned abruptly, glancing behind him, then vanished into the mesmerizing shadows of the neon lights.
Trying to run? Robin, already walking along West Street, smirked inwardly.
Darkwolf, now that you’re here, you’ll never leave.
The underground world of assassins would never see the Soul Collector again.
Despite being the world’s top assassin with countless kills and being dubbed the Assassin King, you should have never crossed paths with me.
With his hands behind his back, Robin strolled leisurely into the bustling nightclub district.
Even at this late hour, West Street was still ablaze with lights and noise.
Numerous nightclubs lined the street, where scantily dressed women were a common sight.
After walking a short distance, several young and beautiful women approached, eager to chat him up.
Robin ignored them completely, continuing to navigate through the lively club district, searching for Darkwolf’s scent in the crowd.
The dazzling lights of the West Sea nightclubs illuminated the street in vibrant colors, highlighting Robin’s
tall figure and handsome face, giving him an otherworldly presence.
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He appeared like an angel strolling from the vast depths of the starry sea, capturing the attention of a group of young women whose hearts raced at the sight.
Robin glanced toward the most luxurious nightclub in the West Street area, the Marion Club.
Hmm! There it is!
He stepped into the Marion Club, where a throng of attractive women flocked to him.
Without acknowledging the eager flirtations, Robin walked into the club’s grand hall.
Marion Club was the most extravagant nightclub on West Street, filled with opulent decor and dazzling lights.
The air was thick with the seductive sounds of music, wrapping around the guests like waves.
Laughter, lively chatter, and enticing scents filled the hall.
Navigating through the bustling crowd in the hall, Robin moved directly inward, tracking Darkwolf’s presence.
He had pinpointed Darkwolf’s location-he was on the second floor.
Confirming Darkwolf’s position, Robin continued deeper into the club.
As he approached, the clusters of people parted naturally, allowing him to ascend the stairs amidst the astonished gazes of both men and women.
Upon reaching the second-floor bar, Robin scanned the surroundings.
There, Robin spotted Darkwolf seated at a nearby table.
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 home to 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 come to 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 handsome Robin 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 become so 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 track me down 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,
Venet
nft 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 think net
you’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 handsome guy’s attention,” one of Ralph’s companions remarked, glancing at Ralph. Those spoil brats understood all too well that Ralph came to 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 leverage the Preston Group to send their disciples out and secure some 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 was no one in Harmonfield or 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!
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“Call Andrew back right now, or we’re going to be in serious trouble!”
At that moment, Ralph finally understood why Finn had been so terrified.
One man had the power to trample the entire alliance.
The Nevilles, the foremost clan in Ancient Martial, bowed to him in reverence.
The Wrights and the Dunns treated him as an esteemed guest.
Even the Slaters had vanished overnight, all due to Robin.
Such a figure was far beyond the reach of his family.
Ralph was deeply troubled with this discovery.
He immediately picked up his phone.
Meanwhile, Andrew swaggered over to Robin’s tea table and plopped down with an air of confidence.
Darkwolf and Emmy turned their gazes towards him.
Andrew flashed a grin at Emmy, poured himself a glass of red wine, and prepared to enjoy a sip.
He was ready to enlighten Robin, that reckless fool who didn’t know when he was courting disaster.
Haha! This fool dare steal my Harris’s woman? He’s asking for trouble!
Andrew lifted his glass, bringing it close to his lips.
“Put down the wine and get lost!” Darkwolf’s cold voice cut through the air.
Andrew hesitated for a moment, then he pointed at Robin with a playful smirk. “Mister, I think you’re telling him to get lost, right?” Before he could finish, a flash of cold light streaked by. Andrew clutched his throat in shock, staring at Darkwolf in disbelief.
Following that, Andrew’s head rolled onto the ground!
“Arghhh!”
Emmy screamed at the sight of Andrew’s head rolling on the ground and his blood spraying everywhere.
She fainted a moment later.
A chorus of screams erupted from the second-floor bar as chaos ensued.
The men and women who had been dancing wildly scattered and fled in all directions.
Robin shook his head and said, “You even kill people like this? What a disgrace!”
Darkwolf chuckled darkly. “I never discriminate when it comes to killing.
“He disrupted my plans, and he had to be eliminated! Divine Drakebane-let’s never see each other again!”
With that, Darkwolf leaped over the railing of the second floor, cutting through the chaos of people to land outside the Marion Club’s main hall. Ralph had never imagined the outcome.
Just as his call connected, Andrew’s head had already rolled away.
The sudden, bloody scene made Ralph’s stomach churn, and he nearly retched.
“Soul Collector is lousy!” Robin scoffed in disdain, watching Darkwolf disappear into the distance.
He turned and leaped through the large window facing the street.
“Oh my God! What is happening? Is this a hallucination?!”
Darkwolf’s shocking display left many stunned.
Seeing Robin’s even more incredible feat made them nearly lose their minds.
This couldn’t be the set of an Autreynia superhero movie, could it?
Robin chased after Darkwolf, leaving the Marion Club behind.
Special military police lurking around the club rushed in to help maintain order.
Within five minutes, the West Sea Area police took control of the Marion Club.
Slowly, calm returned to the club, but many witnesses to the bloody scene were still in a state of terror and shock.
Ralph and the others stood frozen, answering the police’s inquiries, trembling as they looked at the grim aftermath of Andrew’s fate.
“Finn, I should have listened to you. If I did, Andrew wouldn’t have died here,” Ralph murmured, his eyes blank.
Finn, still shaken, replied, “I never expected the man sitting across from Robin to be even more ruthless.
“I just heard the police say that the middle-aged man was a notorious top-tier assassin.
“Just as I suspected-anyone associated with Robin isn’t a good person!”
Ralph and the others breathed a sigh of relief, silently grateful they hadn’t tried to provoke Robin.
Otherwise, they would have been the ones lying dead.
…
At that moment, Robin had already exited the Marion Club, pursuing Darkwolf.
After leaving the club, Darkwolf dashed into a nearby alley.
The narrow streets were far from the brightness of Rich Street.
He thought he might lose Robin in the night, but after weaving through several dark alleys, Robin remained just behind him.
Realizing he couldn’t escape, Darkwolf stopped in his tracks.
It was clear that Robin was much faster.
Stalling like this would only put him in a more dangerous position.
Darkwolf turned to face Robin, who approached calmly.
“I’m going to abandon this mission. Why do you keep chasing me?” Darkwolf asked.
As Robin casually wiped his hands with a napkin, he strolled closer.
“Abandon the mission? Haha!” Robin replied, his demeanor cool and composed.
“Once the game starts, it must reach a conclusion. That’s my rule. Do you think you can just come to assassinate and then walk away if it doesn’t go your way?”
“Didn’t you do any preparation before coming here, Darkwolf?” he continued.
“I’m called Divine Drakebane because under my dragon dagger, there are no survivors! This time, not a single one of the 13 killers who received the Phoenix Vanguard’s bounty will return! Your naive Wolfshade can now declare bankruptcy!” The two men stood less than 30 feet apart.
At that moment, Darkwolf felt a palpable killing intent radiating from Robin.
A cold shiver ran down his spine.
He had never experienced such an ominous premonition in his decades of involvement in the assassin underground.
Though he wanted to retreat from this slaughter, it was too late.
Meeting a terrifying figure like Divine Drakebane meant only one outcome: either he would die or Robin would.
With nowhere to escape, Darkwolf let out a chilling howl that echoed through the alley.
An eerie, hellish gloom enveloped the alley.
The sound of his mournful wail caused the two wild dogs, who had been lurking at the entrance of the alley, to drop dead.
Whoosh!
Darkwolf lunged forward, his hands morphing into claw-like weapons that sliced through the dark night, aiming for Robin’s shoulders. Robin stood still, showing no signs of evasion.
As the claws neared him, the dragon dagger at his waist shot out of its sheath.
The golden dragon soared through the air, unleashing two streams of intense flames.
Darkwolf’s claws turned to ash in an instant.
He rushed up to Robin, but before he could comprehend what had just happened, the dragon dagger had already sliced across his throat.
In his final moments, an eerie smile spread across Darkwolf’s face.
The golden dragon then ascended into the sky, illuminating the alley with a dazzling light.
That stunning scene lasted but a brief moment.
Darkwolf’s body crumpled to the ground, a lifeless husk.
Robin glanced at the paper-like corpse on the ground and shook his head.
A breeze stirred the night air, and Darkwolf’s body disintegrated into a wisp of smoke, vanishing into the endless darkness.
The long, dark alley returned to its chilling silence, as if nothing had occurred.
Robin pulled out a wet napkin to wipe his hands and strolled deeper into the alley with his hands in his pockets.
“Come out! Since you’re already
here, why hide? I’m right here in front
of you let’s do this!” Robin’s voice
echoed eerily in the shadowy alley.
In an instant, seven or eight figures emerged from both sides of the alley, stepping closer to Robin.
Robin lifted his gaze toward the faint light at the end of the alley and sighed.
Nine of the world’s top assassins charged at Robin at once.
Before they had taken on this assassination mission, the Phoenix Vanguard had promised a staggering reward for anyone who killed Robin.
However, upon entering Draconia and witnessing the gruesome fate of Darkwolf and the others, everyone realized the truth.
If they didn’t team up, none of them would survive.
This wasn’t just about the money anymore.
It was a matter of whether they could leave Draconia alive.
They understood now that they had been duped.
The information provided by the Phoenix Vanguard was entirely false.
Divine Drakebane was a formidable opponent.
Darkwolf, who claimed to be the world’s top assassin, had fallen without even landing a blow against Robin.
In the end, there wasn’t even a body left behind.
Such a shocking display left them in despair.
No one dared to dream of killing Robin and returning to the Phoenix Vanguard to claim their rewards.
In the darkness, they silently reached a consensus, discarding their last shred of pretense.
They no longer cared about their underground reputation and charged toward Robin together. Survival!
That was the only thing that mattered at that moment.
Without a word, they unleashed their full power, aiming to kill Robin.
They assessed that with the strength of all eight of them combined, they could at least hold their ground against this Divine Drakebane.
Surely there would be a chance to escape.
However, the next moment extinguished their last flicker of hope.
A flash of golden light pierced through the dark alley as the dragon dagger flew out, streaking across the air like a lightning bolt.
The eight assassins froze in place, each clutching their throats tightly.
In the next instant, the golden dragon roared, mercilessly draining the lives of the eight top assassins.
In less than a minute, the eight fierce killers, once feared, vanished just like Darkwolf had.
A gust of night wind swept through, intensifying the eerie atmosphere of the long alley.
Robin wiped his hands and tossed the napkin into the air.
Keeping his hands in his pockets, he slowly entered the alley.
At the end of the dim alley stood a man with thick-rimmed glasses, resembling a nerd.
Robin looked up at Kofror’s man, known as Viper, and sighed.
“This is the first time I’ve felt pity before killing someone.
“Jabez, you’ve done something that makes me hesitate to take your life, but I still can’t let you live.”
Jabez shrugged and said, “Once I
chose this path, I was never prepared to turn back. If I die here today, it would be a perfect ending. Let’s begin; we’re both in a hurry to move on.”
In an instant, dozens of surgical scalpels flew toward Robin like a rainstorm.
Robin looked at the twinkling blades, momentarily taken aback. “You do live up to your reputation.”
A smug smile crept across Jabez’s face.
He believed that with his ultimate skills, he might stand a chance against Robin.
However, the next moment, he realized that amidst the flurry of scalpels, Robin’s figure had vanished without a trace.
In a flash, a blinding light swept before his eyes, and then there was nothing but silence.
His gaze grew increasingly hollow until, finally, he collapsed to the ground.
Robin looked at Jabez’s lifeless body and called out to the shadows, “Leave him intact; take him away and give him a proper burial.”
The deep alley glimmered with a dim yellow light, reflecting Robin’s tall silhouette as it gradually faded into the distance.
At seven-thirty in the morning, as Talia and the Security Bureau Seven team returned to the Harmonfield office, a call came in from HQ.
Thirteen of the world’s top international assassins had mysteriously vanished.
The most secretive intelligence organization in Draconia confirmed it.
These assassins had not left Harmonfield-or even Draconia; they had disappeared right within the city limits.
After 3:30 AM, all tracking points confirmed that all information on the 13 top assassins had completely vanished.
All signs hinted that Robin might be involved, though no hard evidence confirmed it.
The only intel they had was Robin entering the Marion Club early that morning on Rich Street, Harmonfield West Sea Area-the same club previously visited by Darkwolf. After Darkwolf disappeared, Robin drove back to Eastvale.
Security footage at the building showed Robin arriving at 4:18 AM.
The drive from Rich Street in the West Sea Area to the Eastvale takes around forty minutes.
Robin left the Marion Club at 3:10 AM.
Based on this timeline, it seemed nearly impossible for him to have eliminated ten top international assassins and still make it back in such a short time.
Also, how could there be no traces left behind after the deaths of 13 top assassins?
Consequently, Security Bureau Seven concluded that the remaining ten assassins were most likely still alive.
So, the headquarters instructed Talia to keep a close, distant watch on Robin’s movements.
Meanwhile, within a secluded villa in the chaotic Westhill Cemetery, Jack also received an update.
“Sir, Robin went to Marion Club to meet with the Darkwolf.
“During this time, the club’s lead performer, Emmy, and a martial artist from the provincial city’s boxing gym, Andrew Lambert, were seated between them. “Shortly after Andrew sat down, something was said, and the Darkwolf suddenly attacked and killed him.
“He then fled from the club.
“Robin followed soon after.
“Throughout the whole encounter, Robin and the Darkwolf never had any verbal or physical confrontation. “After leaving the Marion Club, Darkwolf headed north along Rich Street.
“He went into a long alley south of Rich Street-part of an old complex in a heritage preservation area. “This stretch of historical buildings runs for dozens of rows.”
“We tracked Darkwolf and Robin into the alley but lost sight of them almost immediately.
“We checked every alley and didn’t see them anywhere, nor did we hear any sounds of a fight.”
“Only occasional flashes of golden light appeared, lasting less than a second before fading. “Robin entered the alley at around 3:10 AM, and by 4:18 AM, he was seen at the Eastvale.
“He hasn’t left or contacted anyone since, and all his devices are off.
“In such a short time, handling 13 top assassins alone is simply impossible.”
Jack listened, pacing with his hands behind his back.
With the travel time between Rich Street and Eastvale, Robin had barely ten minutes unaccounted for.
Eliminating ten assassins single-handedly in such a short time-today, only one person has ever done it with that kind of efficiency.
No one else could carry out such a highly efficient killing.
To pull it off, one would need killing skills on par with that legendary figure from the past and, even then, the assassins would have had to appear simultaneously. So where are the bodies?
Why was nothing left behind?
Jack was filled with questions.
One thing, however, was clear: the 13 top assassins who entered Draconia had been targeting Robin.
This suggested he was far from an ordinary character.
If they could uncover the organization and motive behind sending those assassins after him, Robin’s true identity would soon be revealed.
…
Just as lunchtime rolled around, Vera arrived at Robin’s office door at Eastvale.
She was about to knock when Amber approached from behind.
“Ms. Silva, looking for Mr. Ramsey?” Amber asked.
Vera nodded. “He asked me to come by at noon. Is he inside?
“His phone’s been off, and his office line is set to silent.”
“Mr. Ramsey? Haven’t seen him all morning,” Amber replied.
A soft snoring sound drifted from the office.
Amber grinned, “Looks like he’s catching some sleep in there.”
Vera murmured, “Sleeping?
“He was off somewhere in the middle of the night and is still sleeping now? Seriously!
“Open the door, Amber.”
Amber hesitated, “Are you sure that’s okay?”
Vera waved her off. “He told me to come by at noon yesterday, and here he is dozing off in his office. Unbelievable!”
Seeing Vera’s expression, Amber had no choice but to open the door.
There was Robin, sound asleep on the sofa.
After Amber left, Vera closed the door behind her and studied Robin’s peaceful expression.
She thought to herself, How can I mess with this guy?
He always gets the upper hand when he’s awake.
Now’s my chance.
She paced quietly around the office, considering her options.
Robin kept snoring away, the sound practically echoing in the room.
Just then, he sneezed, rubbed his nose, turned over, and resumed his snoring.
Vera had an idea.
She pulled out a single hair, crept up beside him, and gently slid the hair into his nostril. “Achoo!” Robin sneezed.
Vera stifled her laugh, then, seeing he had already fallen back asleep, tried it again.
Another sneeze and Robin turned over again.
This is too good, Vera thought, smiling to herself.
Vera watched Robin, delighted by the way he was being teased, feeling thoroughly satisfied.
This guy always gets to mess with me-about time I returned the favor.
Vera shifted angles and once more slipped her hair into Robin’s nose.
Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist, catching her off guard.
“Are you bored or something? What’s this about?”
She grinned. “What if I am? Maybe I’m hooked on it.”
Realizing he was already awake, she continued, “Weren’t you supposed to take me to the villa to record body data at noon?
“Hiding out here, phone off-are you breaking your promise?”
Robin remembered he had agreed to lend her the villa.
Glancing at the time, he shrugged, “Okay, I’ll take you now.
“But I haven’t eaten yet, so grab some takeout on the way. We’ll eat at the villa. Your treat!”
Vera rolled her eyes. “You can’t treat me even once?”
“Take it or leave it.” He closed his eyes again.
“Fine, fine. I’ll pay, you miser!” She muttered, playfully twisting his arm.
The two left for the villa at Area One of Dawnspire.
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Guiding her, he instructed, “Chest up, head straight, lift your hips, hands up, a little body sway…”
“Turn left, now right, back to the camera… That’s it, raise your …
Five minutes passed, and Vera followed every cue, switching poses.
Ten minutes and Robin stayed glued to the camera.
“Are we still not done?” she asked, puzzled.
”
“Almost…” he replied, keeping his focus. “Gotta make sure it’s recorded thoroughly, or it won’t count.”
Another twenty minutes went by.
Robin kept directing her to try different poses, some even getting more absurd by the minute.
Vera’s brows furrowed slightly.
Why did recording body data feel so much like modeling?
Did she really need to pose like this?
She noticed Robin did not seem to be operating the equipment anymore; he was just excitedly glued to the camera.
“Why is this taking so long?” Vera asked.
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“Stop stalling, now-stand still, left side, right side, raise your hands, stick out your butt…
Left with no choice, Vera followed his instructions.
Soon, Robin went quiet.
”
She held the pose for a moment and glanced back to find him grinning mischievously behind the camera.
Is this guy actually recording my data?
It feels more like he’s watching some sort of short film.
Vera caught sight of his mischievous expression and asked, “Are we done yet?”
“Not even close! What’s your rush?” Robin replied, his eyes still fixed on the screen.
“The setup for this information input is super detailed,” Robin said nonchalantly.
“If any part of your body isn’t recorded, the system won’t recognize it, and the door won’t open.”
He muttered under his breath, “Your butt’s pretty big …
“What?” Vera’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Robin, are you staring at my…
”
She glared at him, realizing this might be some kind of prank.
“Robin, you jerk! What exactly are you… what are you doing?”
Vera grew more suspicious the longer she thought about it.
She quickly rushed to the recording equipment, pushing Robin aside and carefully inspecting the system.
However, she did not see anything out of the ordinary.
“Robin, tell me honestly, what have you been up to for so long?”
Robin looked at her with a grin, glancing at her curvaceous figure and slightly confused expression, barely holding back a laugh. “Why so suspicious?
“I said there’s nothing here, just recording your information-what else could I be doing?”
He muttered, “Not like I can see you wearing black under … ” then picked up a glass of water and casually stepped in front of the camera. Hearing that, Vera’s face flushed.
How did he know she was wearing black?
Could the camera actually pick that up?
Leaning closer to the lens, she inspected it, seeing only a regular camera.
Then, as Robin moved in front of the camera, an unexpected scene appeared!
On the monitor, Robin’s full physique was on display-fit and lean, every detail crystal clear.
This guy’s physique is amazing! He’s a dream guy, no doubt! Vera’s heart was practically swooning as she watched.
However, in an instant, she let out a scream.
Hadn’t she just been in front of the camera the same way?
So Robin had been watching her this whole time!
Realizing what was going on, Vera’s heart started racing, her face flushing red.
Like a cat with its tail stepped on, she darted over in a few steps and gave Robin a hard kick.
“Robin, you jerk! Ah! You actually spied on me!”
Just then, Robin casually enjoyed the scene with a cup of water in hand.
Before he could take a sip, Vera kicked him, causing him to stumble and spill the water all over the floor.
“What the hell! Are you nuts? Why’d you kick me out of nowhere?”
“Kick you? Hmph, I’ll bite you too!” Vera was like a little cub, sinking her teeth into his wrist.
“You creep, what were you doing just now?” she demanded.
Robin looked at her innocently. “I was recording your info, remember?”
“Why are you biting and kicking me like that? Are you a puppy or something?”
Vera shot Robin an irritated glare.
Vera glared. “You liar! You were using that as an excuse to spy on me!
“This device can see through clothes, and you used it to look at everything!” she accused, scratching at him while he tried to grab her hands. “Wait, are you saying you saw me naked? How would you know?”
“I just watched you stroll right past the camera, completely exposed!”
Robin sighed, “So we’re even now, aren’t we? You got a full view of me too, so technically, I’m the one losing out here!”
“You’re impossible!” Vera chased him up and down the villa in exasperation.
Just then, Robin’s satellite phone buzzed with a message from the Dark Web: the plane ticket was confirmed, and he could board in an hour.
He took her hand with a grin. “All right, all right, I won’t mess with you anymore.
“Your body info’s all set in the villa’s system, so you’re free to come and go.
“I’m heading out of Harmonfield for a couple of days to take care of some things.”
“Where are you going?” Vera asked, a bit anxious. “Can I come with you?”
“Nope, I’m off on a date with a beautiful woman.” Robin quickly left the villa and drove away, leaving Vera stomping her foot in frustration. “Ugh, Robin, you jerk!”
Just then, the phone on the coffee table started ringing.
Vera glanced over, smiling, “Must be that troublemaker calling.”
However, when she picked up, the face on the screen was Alice’s, not Robin’s.
A bit disappointed, Vera answered, “Alice, what’s up?”
Alice sounded mildly annoyed. “Vera, did you forget what you promised me yesterday?”
“Promise?” Vera drew a blank.
“You said you’d help me borrow Villa One of Dawnspire Heights Estates. Vera, don’t tell me you forgot!”
Vera suddenly remembered.
“Oh, Alice, of course not!
“Right now, I’m here recording the security setup for the villa. I’ll send you a pic so you can see.”
She took a quick photo of herself and the surrounding villa, then sent it over.
Alice’s eyes widened at the luxurious setting, and she exclaimed, “Vera, you’re amazing! I can’t believe you actually got it!
“Could I maybe keep it for a while longer?”
Hearing Alice’s excitement, Vera chuckled, “Of course.
“Actually, this villa belongs to Robin. Take your time I’ll let him know, and it should be all good.”
Alice’s initial excitement turned icy.
“Vera, could you please not mention that insufferable guy to me?”
“The owner of a mountaintop villa in Dawnspire Heights Estates-who wouldn’t know the kind of status that requires?” She continued sharply. “Everyone in Harmonfield is aware of that.
“Living there isn’t just about money; it takes real standing to qualify.
“Robin is just piggybacking on Shirley’s family connections here, showing off like he has any influence.”
“A guy like him wouldn’t stand a
chance of getting near a villa in Area
One, or even the villas in Area Three of Dawnspire Heights Estates.”
Vera chuckled, trying to calm her friend.
“Fine, fine, I’ll drop it.
“Just know you can use the villa; just make sure nothing gets damaged.”
She added, “The place can accommodate a couple of hundred people, so just tally up your guest list.
“Let me know beforehand, and I’ll bring you over to set up.”
Alice sounded a bit impatient. “Can’t you just hand me the keys?”
Vera laughed, “Alice, this villa isn’t your average place.
“Getting in is not just a couple of passwords and a fingerprint.
“This one needs an actual body scan to access,” she explained.
“Without the recorded data, no one’s getting in, and trying to force it would alert security.”
“I just finished recording the body info here … ”
Recalling the registration earlier with Robin, Vera’s cheeks flushed slightly at the memory.
Without even realizing it, she had followed Robin’s instructions and gone through all sorts of poses!
Robin, you jerk! I’ll settle this with you when you get back.
Meanwhile, Alice, still on the line, was stunned.
What exactly was Vera’s relationship with the owner of this place?
He actually let her use the villa and even helped input her data.
That meant Vera could come and go as she pleased-almost like she was the villa’s owner.
Jealousy flared in Alice’s heart.
Vera must have used some secret methods to connect with such a big shot!
If only she’d known…
If she could meet the villa’s owner before the engagement party, with her charm, she would easily outshine Vera. Maybe he would choose her instead.
She would then leave Zachary behind in a heartbeat and follow this powerful figure, becoming the envy of all Harmonfield!
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before the engagement party, I’d like
to invite
the owner of the villa to
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Vera looked surprised. “He probably wouldn’t accept an invitation.”
Alice, sounding annoyed, replied, “Vera, are you afraid I’ll steal him from you?”
Hearing this, Vera burst into laughter.
“Alice, this villa owner was originally yours to know-it’s you and the Millers who wanted to cut ties,” Vera replied.
“I’m not worried at all about you meeting him.
“I’m sure that even if you met him, you’d still dismiss him.
“Remember, you’ve always said your dream is to become a queenly figure, just like Daphne West.”
“And besides, aren’t you getting engaged soon? Are you really thinking of competing with me over men?”
Alice gave a scoff. “Until that certificate’s signed, I still have options, Vera.
“Sounds like you’re getting defensive.”
Vera chuckled.
“Alice, if you’re that interested, you could just call Robin yourself. He’s the villa’s actual owner, no question.”
“Fine, fine,” Alice replied, sounding exasperated.
“Last question-will he show up on my engagement day?”
Vera smiled. “Honestly, I’d like him to come, so you’ll see that there are people and things that might surprise you in this world.”
Alice snorted. “Vera, it’s just
borrowing a villa. Now you’re making
it sound all mysterious.
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Lowering her voice, Alice added, “One more favor.
“At the engagement party, I want everyone to think the villa owner’s my close friend.
“If I said I wanted to live here permanently, he’d totally agree.”
Vera laughed.
“Alice, that’s a tall order. I can’t back you up on that one-he’d never go along with it.”
Alice frowned. “Vera, you’re being so stingy!
“I just asked for a little help to impress my family and friends-why are you making such a big deal of it?”
“Alice, I can’t say those things without Robin’s consent,” Vera replied.
“That villa isn’t just any place; it’s the most talked-about, mysterious property in all of Harmonfield.
“If word got out, the entire city would be buzzing, and I can’t handle that kind of attention.
“Besides, it would definitely make Robin uncomfortable.
“I absolutely can’t agree.”
“What does any of this have to do with Robin?” Alice retorted, clearly frustrated.
“Fine, let’s just drop it. It’s a small thing; no need to overreact.”
…
An hour later, Robin boarded an international flight from Harmonfield to Terenova.
Once he arrived at Terenova’s airport, he would be able to take the private plane prepared by the Nevilles to Hydra Island.
Meanwhile, Drogo, head of Phoenix Vanguard headquarters, had no idea what was coming.
In seven hours, they would be facing a disaster of historic proportions.
Robin boarded the international Brookhaven Airlines flight to Terenova, though due to a rush, he ended up with an economy seat since all first-class tickets were sold out. It did not matter to him-his only goal was reaching Terenova as quickly as possible.
Taking his seat in the middle of the left row, Robin glanced around instinctively, observing his surroundings.
Next to him in the window seat sat a young girl with a warm smile and a striking mixed-race beauty, her smile as charming and easygoing as the girl next door. Robin gave her a polite nod, closing his eyes to rest without a word.
Drogo from Phoenix Vanguard had recently put a billion-dollar bounty on his head, challenging Robin’s reputation in the dark world like never before.
This was the first time since Divine Drakebane’s rise that a faction had dared to confront him openly.
Three years ago, when the Dark Night Alliance tried to turn several Ugonland Phoenix Vanguard branches against him, they had not been so brazen. Back then, Phoenix Vanguard had been wiped out overnight.
Cassian, their former leader, had even offered a billion dollars to surrender, hoping to preserve the Vanguard name.
Mow, Drogo was making his move again.
Apparently, the last warning had not been enough.
Robin had only paused his activities for a year, and now the underworld was beginning to stir.
He was ready to make an example of those involved, one by one.
If they did not tremble in fear, they would think Divine Drakebane had suddenly turned soft.
Since the day he had started traversing the world with Old Fred, the old man had drilled into him a single rule for surviving in the dark world: only the ruthless survive. Showing mercy was asking for trouble.
From then on, Robin’s single creed in facing his enemies was destruction; only by ensuring they could not come back could he keep the threats at bay.
He would not give his opponents any chance to survive.
This was the very foundation upon which Divine Drakebane had built its name in the shadows.
“Those who follow prosper, those who oppose perish.”
To spare an enemy even a sliver of mercy was to be merciless to oneself.
From that moment, the name Divine Drakebane resonated throughout the underworld.
Reflecting on the 13 so-called top assassins who had come to Draconia to take his life, Robin could not help but smirk.
These so-called “elite” killers were laughably unprepared.
Even more absurd was Drogo, who, after a decade of training on the Zlul Island with support from the Dark Night Alliance, thought he could rival Divine Drakebane. How naive.
Robin had just dozed off when a large man from Demberoa gave him a nudge.
In cold, clipped Draconian, the man grunted, “Get up. I’m taking your seat; the smell back there is unbearable.”
Robin opened his eyes slowly, looking up at the towering figure.
The man, nearly two meters tall with the build of a wrestler, had a full beard and a fierce gaze.
Behind him stood three other men of similar size and presence, exuding an intimidating energy that made the surrounding Draconian passengers avert their gaze, too nervous to make eye contact. The burly man gave Robin another push, but his attention shifted to the young woman seated beside Robin, eyeing her intently.
Robin noticed the girl trembling beside him, clearly frightened.
He quickly picked up on the fact that these men were after her.
“Do you know them?” he asked, looking her way.
She shook her head, voice shaking.
“No, I don’t. Please don’t switch seats with them,” she whispered.
“They targeted me at the airport. I’m scared.”
“Get lost!” Robin pushed the burly man’s hand off his shoulder and closed his eyes again.
The man’s jaw clenched. “I told you to get up and switch with me. Didn’t you hear?”
Robin raised an eyebrow, yawning nonchalantly.
“This is my seat. Why should I?
“Besides, seat changes aren’t allowed on flights.”
The man leaned closer. “Get up-I’ll handle it with the captain,” he said.
“The smell of that Draconia woman behind us is too strong. We can’t stand it.”
“I’m not moving,” Robin replied coolly. “Even if the captain agrees, I don’t.”
The man’s patience snapped. “What? You’re challenging me? You have no idea who we are in Terenova, do you?”
Robin did not flinch, shrugging off the man’s grip again. “I don’t care who you are. Back off.”
Hostility flashed across the faces of the four men.
The surrounding passengers looked on, tense and uneasy, knowing this could go badly.
These four men from Demberoa were clearly not ones to cross.
The way they carried themselves and their tone suggested they were gangsters.
The thought of upsetting them made the nearby passengers visibly tense, but their disturbance quickly drew the attention of the flight crew.
A striking flight attendant approached with a warm but firm tone.
“Gentlemen, please keep it down and respect the comfort of our other passengers.
“If there’s an issue, we’re here to resolve it, but let’s try to be considerate of one another.”
The man eyed her up and down before snapping, “The smell from that Draconia woman behind
unbearable! We’re uncomfortas
sitting there.
“I paid good money for this flight, and this stink ruins it. I’m lodging a complaint!”
“You Draconia people are disgusting. Even your smell is nauseating.
“We’d like to switch seats!”
His remarks about Draconians had the surrounding passengers bristling with anger, though no one dared to speak up.
The flight attendant offered a calm apology.
“Please, gentlemen, there’s no need to escalate.
“I’m very sorry,” the flight attendant
replied politely. “First-class is fully booked, as is economy-there are no extra seats available to
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accommodate a switch.
“This gentleman has already declined your request to exchange seats, so I kindly ask for your understanding.
“If you’re bothered by the passenger’s scent behind you, we’ll arrange suitable compensation upon arrival in Terenova.”
“No way!” The burly man pointed directly at Robin’s seat.
“I want to sit here, and I’ll even pay him extra for it!”
Robin smirked, “Are all Demberoans this lacking in manners? Let me make it clear-no seat swap.”
The flight attendant looked troubled. “Gentlemen, I’m really sorry; please return to your seats…
Before she could finish, one of the burly men cut her off sharply. “Is this the kind of poor service we should
t from the airline in Draconia?
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“We demand you handle this immediately!”
The flight attendant glanced at the air marshal for help, but he showed no sign of stepping in.
The situation grew tense, with everyone unsure what would happen next.
Robin stood up slowly. “Are you done yet? If so, go back to your seats!
“And if you insult Draconian people again, you’ll regret it. Now, back off!”
His words left the four men, the flight attendant, and the surrounding passengers in stunned silence.
Though Robin was tall, his build was slim compared to the men’s, and everyone could see these guys meant trouble.
Robin might get himself into huge trouble.
The girl beside him anxiously tugged at his sleeves, concerned.
“What did you say?” The lead man reached out to shove him.
The flight attendant stifled a gasp.
Robin grinned. “Think carefully before touching me.”
The big man, having missed his push at Robin, growled in anger. “Why would I think twice about shoving some weakling from Draconia?”
“Is that so?” Robin’s mouth curled into a sly smile. “Your choice.”
Suddenly, without anyone seeing how it happened, the man dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach in pain and staring at Robin with fear.
The other three men, equally bewildered, held their chests and looked at Robin, shocked.
With his hands in his pockets and an innocent smile, Robin said, “Go back to your seats and check if there’s still a bad smell over there.
“If you’re still uncomfortable, come back and find me,” Robin said.
The three men were frozen in place for a moment.
Robin’s smile vanished, replaced with a steely gaze.
“Didn’t get the message? Do I need to spell it out? Get lost!”
The man who had been kneeling quickly scrambled to his feet, backing away.
His companions hurried to follow and returned to their seats, trying to act as if nothing had happened.
The flight attendant, unsure of what had just occurred, briefly stood in shock.
After a moment, she gave Robin a small bow and said, “Thank you, sir.”
Then she promptly headed toward the seats of the four Demberoans in the back.
“Gentlemen, anything else I can assist with?”
“N-no, we’re fine,” the men stammered, looking as if they had just had a close encounter with a predator.
The entire cabin was silent.
Passengers exchanged glances of admiration and surprise toward Robin, who had stepped up without hesitation.
In Draconia, those men were used to throwing their weight around, and without someone like Robin, it would have ended differently.
Beside Robin, the girl’s eyes sparkled with admiration.
“That was amazing! Those four troublemakers didn’t stand a chance against you. Haha!
“I’m worried they’ll come after you once we’re in Terenova,” the girl said.
Robin gave a calm smile. “Don’t worry; they wouldn’t dare, even if they had the nerve.”
She leaned closer, saying, “Thank you. When we arrive, I’ll make sure my father properly thanks you.”
Robin waved it off. “That’s not necessary.”
The tension settled quickly, and the passengers looked at Robin with admiration for stepping up, though he paid little attention to it.
To him, this was hardly worth mentioning.
He did not say much else to the girl beside him and closed his eyes to rest.
“Sir, could you join me in the flight attendants’ rest area?”
Robin opened his eyes to see the beautiful flight attendant standing nearby.
With her fair skin and a gentle smile in her refined gaze, she awaited his reply.
