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.

gently blanketed in the soft

the engagement contract details. After a quick check, he took a cab to

that Robin's fiancée, Alice Miller, was part of a match arranged by their grandfathers

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

and mastered the art

Fred had taken

spines of all who heard their name-a figure feared across the globe, a true bringer of death. Moving like a shadow,

at the now-yellow engagement contract, lost

my future wife will be like. Is she

spent the ride imagining

minutes, the cab

window and took in the city lights, feeling an odd

sensed an imminent

forward, alert,

Crash!

a jarring metallic crash suddenly pierced

a collision, hurtled

taxi driver, frozen in terror, was unable

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

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

Bang!

brief pause, the stillness was

behind the barricades, four armed men

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

bald man, shouted to the bystanders,

Bang!

striking the forehead of the bravest

into screams

ground, too terrified

the taxi, observed the scene through the

cold glow of streetlights,

blood staining the snow from the wreckage cast a sinister shadow over the

tall, striking figure was unmistakable, even though blood marred her elegant

evident, even in such a

the robbers noticed Robin still sitting in

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

ignoring the armed

his gaze on

"Let her go!"