The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 1

The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 1 Dragon Dagger

"Old Fred, if you keep this up, you're going to end up dead in some woman's arms!"

Robin Ramsey remarked, eyeing the aging man in front of him.

Old Fred brushed off the lipstick smudges on his face, looking bewildered. He fished out a credit card and handed it over to Robin.

"Robin, this leopard-print card is packed with cash-there's a few trillion dollars on it!

"Plus, I own high-end properties in major cities worldwide. You can stay at any of them whenever you like.

"And lastly, here's a gift from me..." Old Fred began to say, but then he exclaimed, "Oops! Not that!"

He pulled out a piece of black lace lingerie from his belt, realizing it was the wrong item.

After a moment of fumbling, he finally produced a curious short dagger.

"This dragon dagger has been lost for fifty years. I'm giving it to you now. It's not just any dagger-it has the power to ...

"Uh, never mind. Someone will reach out to you at the right time. Just wait for them in Draconia.

"Robin, once you wrap up your engagement back home, just ...

"

Old Fred tried to continue, but four exceptionally attractive women with striking figures came down the stairs, ready to usher him away. "Old Fred, stop stalling! We're all dying to get going!"

"Don't worry. Your dedicated disciple is so skilled that even demons fear him. He'll be fine!"

"Ah!" Moments later, Old Fred's distressed cries echoed from the upstairs bedroom.

Robin glanced towards the second floor, shrugged, and slipped the leopard-print card into his wallet.

Leaving Old Fred's house, he hopped into a cab for the airport, examining the dragon dagger.

The dagger's intricate designs shimmered like a dragon exhaling mist and clouds, radiating a powerful aura. The golden scales glistened in the car's dim light.

After over twenty hours of flight, he landed in Harmonfield, Draconia.

on the eastern coast was gently blanketed in the soft snowfall of the setting

contract details. After a quick check, he took a cab to the Miller Group Building in the heart of

of a match

who had never spoken much

skills, and mastered the art of combat under Old

Old Fred had taken him

chaotic mercenary battlefield welcomed a new force, one whose very presence sent shivers down the spines of all who heard their name-a figure feared across the globe, a true bringer of death. Moving

now-yellow engagement

will be like. Is she

the ride imagining

thirty minutes, the cab arrived

and took in the city lights, feeling an odd sense

then he sensed an

was focused forward, alert, and

Crash!

screeching of brakes and a jarring metallic

collision, hurtled directly towards Robin's taxi with

driver, frozen in terror, was

wheel with one hand and yanked the handbrake with the other, executing a sharp, skidding

narrowly missed a direct collision with the two out-of-control vehicles, with a

Bang!

pause, the stillness was

armed men emerged

them brandished their weapons at the onlookers, while another dragged a wounded woman from the Porsche, pressing

a bald man, shouted to

Bang!

rang out, striking the forehead of

erupted into screams

hit the ground, too terrified to raise their

the taxi, observed

glow of streetlights,

snow from the wreckage cast a

light, the woman's tall, striking figure was unmistakable, even though blood

evident,

that moment, the robbers noticed Robin still sitting in

the car now! Hands on your head and get down!" one of the robbers shouted,

offered a detached smile, ignoring the armed men, and slowly rolled

his gaze

"Let her go!"