The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 1173 Do It, Simmond +8 Pearls From the message Robin received on the Dark Web, a chilling sense of certainty gripped him. The factions of the World of Darkness were stirring, their movements subtle but unmistakable, lurking in the shadows like predators on the hunt.

He had made his intentions clear to the world before i struck-bait, meant to draw them out. He wanted them to show themselves, to reveal their true faces.

At the stime, it was a warning-a sharp reminder to those killers still lurking in the darkness that they could no longer hide. One by one, they would be forced into the open.

Fear, he knew, would be the key. Only a shock of such magnitude could instill the terror he sought.

Once they feared him, they would unite. The factions would form an alliance, their combined strength. focused on Divine Drakebane.

Robin would not have to hunt them down, one by one.

The plan was unfolding perfectly. His bold move toward Borealis had sent ripples through the dark waters, a ripple that would spread far and wide.

Combined with the bloody purges in Sakurania and Elaria, it was enough to rattle even the most resolute. The forces of darkness would converge in Snow Valley, all of them aiming for the starget: Divine Drakebane.

This was the chaos Robin had sought to sow.

The path of vengeance had been laid. Now, there would be no escape for any of them.

The Dark Web had confirmed his suspicions. Factions were already gathering in Snow Valley, each more dangerous than the last.

Robin understood the risks. Such a brazen display of power would undoubtedly stir unease among the elites. Those who wore the mantle of justice-who claimed to safeguard humanity-would now see Divine Drakebane as a threat to their meticulously crafted order.

They might turn a blind eye, allowing the World of Darkness to deal with him in their own way, waiting for an opportunity to reap the rewards once the deed was done.

But if they saw that Divine Drakebane was too powerful to ignore, if the super martial art masters of the World of Darkness failed to make an impact, they would not hesitate to intervene.

They would offer their own strength to the dark forces, tipping the scales further against Robin.

If that cto pass, Robin knew the world's mightiest would turn their attention on him.

He had no guarantee of making it out alive or unscathed.

Even outnumbered, his resolve would never falter. Vengeance had a grip on him that no force could shake.

111 1/4 Apr Chapter 1173 Do It, Simmond +8 Pearls Robin and Shirley gathered their things and left the hotel, their footsteps echoing in the quiet halls.

Daphne and Rita had already taken flight to Draconia.

As they settled into their seats aboard the Centraline flight to Landorne, a man sitting across the aisle from them, clearly intrigued by Shirley's beauty, leaned in with a smile that was just a little too eager.

"Hey there," he said, his voice smooth, "I'm Mario. Mind if we chat for a bit?" Shirley offered a polite nod, subtly shifting closer to Robin as she turned her back on Mario's advances.

Mahesitated, his eyes flickering over Robin with a brief calculating glance before continuing.. "Excuse me, miss,” he said, his voice laced with a smile far too eager, "Could I trouble you for your number?" He leaned forward just a bit, his smile stretching too wide. "I'm a member of the Hendelich family-one of the most influential in Mecria." He seemed to relish the ndrop, and then, with a tone that sought to impress, he added, "My cousin, General Simmond of Mecria, is well-known. You may have heard of him.” Mainched closer, his charm a little too practiced. "Are you headed to Landorne, in Hawklore? If you are, I'd be happy to show you around. Be your guide, perhaps." Shirley's brow furrowed slightly, her voice clipped, "I'm sorry, sir. I need srest.” Her gaze remained fixed ahead, a clear dismissal hanging in the air, yet Mario, unshaken, pressed on.

" "No need to apologize. Long flights can be tiring, I understand. Why don't we chat for a while? It'll help pass the time." Robin, who had been quietly observing the exchange, turned on Mawith a sharpness in his tone that cut through the air like a blade. “Shut up," he snapped, his voice barely above a growl. "Didn't you hear my fiancée ask you to be quiet?" Mario's eyes widened in surprise, and his body shifted, going on the defensive. "How rude," he muttered, visibly bristling, but before he could say more, two hulking figures flanking him rose to their feet.

The air thickened with the tension as they spoke in cold, commanding voices. "Apologize to Mr. Mario." Madismissed Shirley with a wave of his hand, continuing his smug tone, "Don't worry, miss. These two are my bodyguards. This man just needs to apologize, and we can all enjoy a peaceful journey." The corner of Robin's mouth curled into a sneer. "Apologize to your-" He cut himself off with a growl, his temper snapping. "Shut up. If you don't, I'll throw you both off this plane." At his words, the bodyguards' posture shifted.

They moved in, attempting to block Robin's way, but before they could react, a sharp crack echoed through the cabin as Robin struck, sending both men reeling back into their seats with a single, fluid motion.

Shirley, leaning against Robin's shoulder, let out a quiet amused laugh. "Someone's a little hot under the collar today." ||| O 2/4 12:17 Thu, Apr 3 A Chapter 1173 Do It, Simmond 87%1 +8 Pearls Robin flicked her forehead lightly with a grin. "That bastard had bad intentions. He needed a lesson." Shirley's smile bloomed, radiant and full of warmth, a light that made everything around them feel brighter. Her laughter filled the space between them, and for a moment, nothing else seemed to matter.

Mario, still recovering from the shock, stared at her, his eyes wide. He had never seen a woman so striking, so mesmerizing.

That single smile of hers threatened to drive him to madness.

Robin's eyes, however, remained fixed on Maand his bodyguards, his voice low and dangerous, a threat laced in every syllable. "Disturb my fiancée again, and end you both." Mafroze. His breath hitched in his throat. He hadn't expected this.

The man, who had seemed so refined, so composed, had just unleashed a brutal force.

His bodyguards, formidable men in their own right, had been sent flying with a single blow. The balance of power shifted tically in the space of a heartbeat.

Before Macould recover, a flight attendant and a security officer entered the first-class cabin.

General Reynold's instructions had been clear before they boarded. The captain and crew had been briefed.

Robin and Shirley were high-ranking guests of Centraline, and no one, under any circumstances, was to disturb them.

The security officer, ever professional, approached Robin, his movements calm and respectful. He bowed slightly. "May we be of any assistance, sir?" "Not necessary," Robin said, his voice devoid of warmth eyes narrowing on Mario. "Keep your focus on them. Make sure they stay quiet." "Understood, sir," the flight attendant replied, his tone even and composed, but carrying a firm edge.

Turning toward Mario, he spoke with polite precision, "Sir, please remain silent. The plane is about to take off. Fasten your seatbelt and refrain from disturbing the other passengers." With that, the attendant stood tall, his posture unyielding, his eyes locked on Maand his companions.

It was clear: any further disruption would result in their immediate removal, no second chances.

Mario, ever used to being in control, balled his fists, rage simmering just beneath his calm facade.

He shot Robin a venomous look, thoughts swirling darkly, When we reach Landorne, I'll have Simmond teach you a lesson you'll never forget.

The image of Shirley, bending to his every whim, flashed in his mind, and a twisted smile tugged at his lips.

He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the fantasy of her submission.

An hour and 20 minutes later, the plane descended toward an airport in Landorne.

||| 3/4 Apr 3 Chapter 1173 Do It, Simmond +8 Pearls No sooner had Robin and Shirley stepped out of the terminal than Maand his bodyguards closed in.

Mario's voice rang out, insistent and hungry.

"Everything I told you was truc, lady. The Hendelich family ofMecria that's my family. If you agree to spend the night with me, I'll-" Before he could finish, Shirley's anger erupted. "Get lo!" she spat, her eyes blazing with fury.

Robin halted, his gaze locking on Mawith cold, unrelenting fury. "Do you want to die?"

At that moment, a sharp group of soldiers approached quickly, led by General Simmond, his imposing presence commanding attention. He was flanked by his clite guard. Masneered, his words dripping with venom.

"A filthy Draconian whore! You should be grateful I'm even offering. I'm doing you a favor!" Simmond stood frozen for a heartbeat, confusion clouding his features.

He hadn't the faintest idea what his cousin Mahad done to provoke this heated confrontation with Robin and Shirley.

Before he could speak, Robin's voice cut through the tension, dark and low.

"You have insulted my fiancée. You will pay the price." With the sudden snap of a strike, Robin's hand collided with Mario's shoulder.

The force sent Mareeling, his body crumpling under the sheer power of the blow.

"Bastard, I'll kill you!" Mashouted, fury boiling in his chest. "Simmond, shoot him! Kill him now!"

Simmond's guards, sensing the growing threat, moved quickly ton encircle the group, ensuring the commotion wouldn't disrupt the flow of travelers in the terminal. Robin lifted his gaze to Simmond, his voice deadly calm. "You can make your move now." 2.9K mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1