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

check, he took a cab to the Miller

fiancée, Alice Miller, was part of a match arranged by their grandfathers long ago, before either

with Old Fred, who had never spoken much about his own family despite him asking many

developed his skills, and mastered the art of combat

Fred had taken

all who heard their name-a figure feared across the globe, a true bringer of death. Moving like a shadow, this individual remained elusive, earning the codename

at the now-yellow

wonder what my future wife will be

spent the ride imagining what Alice might

thirty minutes, the cab arrived in Harmonfield's city

window and took in the city lights, feeling an

then he sensed an imminent danger

was focused forward,

Crash!

brakes and a jarring

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

in terror,

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

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

Bang!

brief pause, the stillness

armed men emerged from a

weapons at the onlookers, while another dragged a wounded woman from the Porsche,

a bald man, shouted to the

Bang!

striking the forehead of the

into screams

hit the ground, too terrified to raise their

taxi, observed

cold glow of streetlights, snowflakes

snow from the wreckage cast a

figure was unmistakable, even though blood marred her elegant

evident, even in such

noticed Robin

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

smile, ignoring the armed

gaze on

"Let her go!"