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 snowfall of the setting

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

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

had spent many years with Old Fred, who had never spoken much about his own family

developed his skills, and mastered the art of combat under Old

Old Fred had

who heard their name-a figure feared across

the now-yellow engagement contract,

what my future wife will be like. Is she

ride imagining what Alice might look

the cab arrived in

rolled down the window and took in the city

sensed an imminent

focused forward, alert, and

Crash!

a jarring metallic crash suddenly

hurtled

taxi driver, frozen in

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

the two out-of-control vehicles, with a gap

Bang!

brief pause, the stillness was shattered

the barricades, four armed

dragged a wounded woman from the Porsche, pressing his gun

a bald man, shouted

Bang!

striking the forehead of

into

too terrified to raise their

observed the scene

cold glow of streetlights, snowflakes

staining the snow from the wreckage cast a sinister shadow

the woman's tall, striking figure was unmistakable, even though blood marred her elegant

exceptional beauty was evident, even

robbers noticed Robin still sitting in

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

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

his gaze on the

"Let her go!"