The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 1

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 in the soft snowfall of the

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

of a match arranged by their

many years with Old Fred, who had never spoken much about

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

Old Fred had

down the spines of all who heard their name-a figure feared across the

at the now-yellow

my future wife will be like. Is she

ride imagining what Alice might

thirty minutes, the cab arrived in Harmonfield's

in the city lights, feeling an odd sense

then he sensed an imminent

was focused forward,

Crash!

of brakes and a jarring metallic

collision, hurtled directly towards Robin's

taxi driver, frozen in

and yanked

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

Bang!

a brief pause, the stillness

armed

another dragged a wounded woman from the Porsche,

leader, a bald man, shouted to the bystanders,

Bang!

of the bravest soul who tried

into

the ground, too

taxi, observed the

of streetlights, snowflakes whirled

snow from the wreckage cast a sinister shadow over the

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

beauty was evident,

the robbers noticed Robin still sitting

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

detached smile, ignoring the armed men, and slowly

fixed his gaze on the

"Let her go!"

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