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.

bustling economic hub on the eastern coast was gently blanketed

a quick check, he took a cab to the Miller Group

had mentioned that Robin's fiancée, Alice Miller, was part of a match arranged by their grandfathers long ago, before either Robin or

never spoken much about his own family

mastered the art of combat under

Old Fred had

blood-soaked and chaotic mercenary battlefield welcomed a new force, one whose very presence sent shivers down the spines of all who heard

now-yellow engagement contract, lost

my future wife will be like.

imagining what

thirty minutes, the cab

took in the city lights, feeling

then he sensed

focused forward, alert, and

Crash!

and a jarring metallic crash suddenly

Porsche, wrecked in a collision, hurtled directly towards Robin's taxi with

in terror, was unable to

seized the steering wheel with one hand and yanked the handbrake with the other, executing

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

Bang!

a brief pause, the stillness

behind the barricades, four armed men emerged from a

another dragged

bald man, shouted

Bang!

striking the forehead of the bravest

into screams

hit the ground, too terrified

seated in the taxi, observed the scene through

of streetlights, snowflakes whirled

wreckage cast a sinister

figure was unmistakable, even though blood marred her elegant

evident, even in

moment, the robbers noticed

your head and get down!" one of the robbers shouted, aiming

a detached smile, ignoring the armed

fixed his gaze on the

"Let her go!"