The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 198 Chapter 198 They're nothing but shallow fools! Raymond was trembling with rage, his whole body shaking as he imagined skinning alive the person who'd ruined his carefully planned evening.

He rushed up to Robin, almost in tears. "Mr. Ramsey, I'm so sorry. This is all because of my poor arrangements. Which idiot dared to provoke you? I swear I'll ... " Robin tossed the keys to his Land Rover over to Raymond.

"Seems your club is just too high-end.pulling up in a Land Rover really spoiled everyone's mood.

"From the security guard to these young 'elites', they all thought a 'poor man' likewas an insult to their presence here. I shouldn't have come, really!" Raymond gripped the keys to the Land Rover, feeling like he was going insane.

He looked at Dane, curled up on the floor, and finally pieced together what had happened.

Seizing Dane by the hair, he roared, "Tell me, what the hell did you do to Mr. Ramsey's car?! "I swear, if there's even a scratch, I'll make sure the Bennetts never rise in Harmonfield again!" Dane was filled with regret.

The Land Rover had already been reduced to a heap of twisted metal-there was nothing left to negotiate.

He never could've imagined that people like Daphne, Raymond, and even the legendary Rowan would treat Robin with such respect.

This wasn't snobody sneaking into their elite circles.

This was a powerful figure they could only dream of impressing! If he had known who Robin was, he would've dropped to his knees to lick his shoes in public if that's what it took.

But in this world, there was no cure for regret.

"Raymond... I was wrong ..." Dane stammered, pleading.

A staff member quickly pulled up the surveillance footage from the parking lot.

Raymond stared at the screen, feeling his sanity slipping away.

This wasn't something a human would do; this was the work of a savage beast! He tightened his grip on Dane's hair and smashed his face into the ground. "You're wrong, huh? You ruined everything for me, you piece of trash! "Do you think the Bennetts are even worth a damn in front of Mr. Ramsey? Where do you get the guts to act like srich big shot? "Oh, you've got money, huh? Fine! From today on, the Hamptons will cut all ties with the Bennetts!" Everyone in the Violet Private Club was stunned by Raymond's words.

They now realized that the "big shot" Raymond had been talking about all night was none other than the man they'd all dismissed as a "poor loser"-Robin. Raymond had already told them about the Harmont Bar incident.

How even Rygar, one of the most feared underworld figures, had bowed to this man. Compared to someone of that caliber, what did these rich kids amount to? Daphne, Rowan, and Rita were towering figures in Harmonfield's elite. Yet, there they were, flanking Robin like loyal protectors. The sight brought the full weight of the situation crashing down upon them. Everyone's hearts were pounding in their chests.

They had all followed Dane, thinking they'd have a little fun putting a nobody in his place to kill stime.

But now, the reality of their mistake was painfully clear. This was no ordinary man they'd messed with. And there would be consequences.

Raymond pointed at everyone in the club, nearly screaming in a frenzy, "You're all damn idiots! "You think just because you drive fancy cars and dress to impress, you're skind of big-shot tycoons? That you're somehow better than everyone else? Bullshit! "You're all just trash! "All you know how to do is squander the pitiful amount of money your families gave you, indulging in your shallow lives. What else can you do? "Kneel down, all of you!" Raymond wanted nothing more than to grab a machete and hack at each one of these rich kids.

He had managed to invite Robin with great difficulty.

And, it was only through Vera Silva's connections that he managed to do so.

And yet, it had all been ruined, thanks to that damn Dane! In an instant, the whole club was filled with people dropping to their knees.

Raymond shook his head in bitter frustration, letting out a long sigh.

Then he turned and knelt before Robin. "Mr. Ramsey, I'll replace your car with a new one tomorrow. "And as for everyone who dared to offend you tonight, I won't let a single one of them off the hook!" Dane knew he had created a disaster beyond his worst nightmares.

This was a man who could make Rygar bow his head, who had Daphne standing by his side like a loyal attendant, and who had Rowan stepping up to defend him.

A man like this was not someone the Bennetts could afford to offend.

Even if Raymond severed all business with the Bennetts, it wouldn't be enough.

If he couldn't secure Robin's forgiveness, the Bennetts wouldn't even have a chance to survive.

Ignoring his pain, Dane crawled forward on his knees, pleading desperately, "Mr. Ramsey, I deserve to die. Please, I beg you to be merciful and spareand the Bennetts ..." Everyone who had joined Dane in mocking Robin now knelt, faces pressed to the ground.

Robin simply shook his head, got up, and walked towards the exit.

Daphne, Rita, and Rowan followed closely behind him.

Raymond tried to approach, but Rowan blocked his way.

Raymond looked at Robin, his face filled with regret. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Ramsey. I... I didn't think things would turn out this way...

Robin stopped, glancing back at Raymond. "Your social circle is too high-end. You should never have invitedhere." Raymond froze, staring at Robin's retreating back with despair in his eyes.

He knew that he'd lost his chance to ever becfriends with someone like Robin.

With Daphne, Rita, and Rowan flanking him, Robin headed towards the parking lot.

The ssecurity guard from earlier noticed Robin leaving the club so soon, with three people trailing behind him.

He figured Robin must've been thrown out.

He stepped in front of Robin, sneering, "Kid, didn't I tell you before? This isn't a place for you to park. You just wouldn't listen." As he spoke, the guard pointed to a corner of the parking lot, saying, "Look, your Land Rover is over there, it's been turned into a pile of scrap metal! "People like you really don't know your place! Do you even know who that Mr. Bennett is? Do you have any idea what his family, the Bennetts, does... ?" Rita stepped forward and slapped the guard across the face. "You blind fool! You judge only by appearances!" The guard was completely taken aback by the slap and was about to speak again when Raymond cup behind him, kicking him to the ground.

"You worthless trash! How dare you offend Mr. Ramsey? Are you tired of living? You're fired. Get out!" The guard was dumbfounded.

He watched as Robin got into Daphne's Rolls-Royce and slowly drove away, muttering to himself, "He... he wasn't just sbroke guy driving a Land Rover?" Raymond sneered. "You thought he was a nobody? You idiot! Are you blind? Who the hell do you think you are, to look down on him? He's someone you couldn't even dream of approaching. Get lost!" Just then, Vera drove up to Raymond. "Raymond, what happened? Where's Robin?" Raymond shook his head in frustration. "I'm sorry, Vera. I completely ruined tonight's gathering." He pointed toward the Rolls-Royce disappearing into the distance, looking utterly regretful. "Mr. Ramse... Ms. West picked him up and took him away." The more Raymond thought about it, the angrier he became, and he turned his rage on the hapless security guard.

The guard, barely getting back on his feet, was immediately knocked down again as Raymond kicked him once more. "You miserable fool! You wouldn't recognize true wealth if it was staring you in the face! "In your narrow little world, you think being rich means driving luxury cars and wearing fancy clothes, right? "Idiot! You're just a lowly security guard! Who the hell do you think you are, looking down on someone driving a Land Rover? "Have you ever even driven a car? What kind of car Mr. Ramsey drives has nothing to do with you! "I hired you to work security for the Hamptons, not to be sshallow fools!"

Vera looked at Robin's retreating figure, then back at Raymond, who was fuming with frustration. Withna sigh, she said, "Mr. Hampton, I tried to help you. I gave you this opportunity, but you didn't make the most of it. I'm leaving now." She was about to start her car when her phone rang. It was Alice. "Vera, are you free tomorrow?" Vera replied, "I might not have much time. What's up?" Alice sounded excited. "Tomorrow, Zachary is takingto a bridal shop in Eastvale to try on wedding dresses. I'd love for you to cwith me!" "Huh? You're really getting engaged to Zachary?" Vera asked, surprised.

Raymond looked equally taken aback.

After a moment's hesitation, Vera said, "Alright, I'll do my best to find the tto stop by. Just sendthe location and time." In the car, Daphne finally couldn't bear the pain anymore and curled up in agony.

Robin inserted a dozen needles into her back, sealing several acupoints, allowing her to slowly catch her breath. "Mr. Ramsey, recently, my entire body has felt as if it's being gnawed by thousands of ants within my bones, and the pain gets worse each time." Robin nodded. "The Soul-Eating Charm has been embedded in you for over a decade, gradually consuming a large portion of your body's essence. "What's worse is that it's been feeding on your soul.

"While it was still inside you, it functioned as part of you, so you didn't feel anything unusual.

"But now that it's been forcefully removed, it's like you've lost an essential organ. Your body iso m struggling to function normally and feels out of balance. "You'll need to replenish certain missing elements to restore your body's functions gradually to a healthy state. "Otherwise, you'll experience increasing pain with each passing day.

"I need an herb called the Violet Wyvernroot to make a special pill.

"Once you consthe Violet Wyvernroot, it will repair the parts of your soul and essence that the charm consumed, and the pain will vanish immediately." Daphne thought for a moment, then said, "Violet Wyvernroot? I feel like I've heard of that herb somewhere ..." Robin continued, "The Violet Wyvernroot must be at least 500 years old; otherwise, it won't be potent enough to fully alleviate your symptoms.

"I've already had people searching for it, but I haven't received any updates yet.

"If we can't locate it, I'll have to look for substitutes." Daphne's eyes suddenly lit up. "Mr. Ramsey, I just remembered something.

"A few days ago, I received an invitation to an auction being held the day after tomorrow in a small town on the east side of Harmonfield." "I recall that one of the items up for auction is a 700-year-old Violet Wyvernroot!

"I usually don't have much interest in these auctions, so I hadn't planned to attend. I'll inquire to confirm if that particular herb is indeed available. If it is the Violet Wyvernroot, we need, I'd like to ask you to accompanyto the auction." Robin nodded. "If that's the case, it should make things easier. "Rita, reach out to the auction organizers immediately and confirm if they have the item we need!" Daphne instructed, turning to Rita.