The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 54

Chapter 54 A Habit of Beating Up Thugs

Alice scoffed, "He's probably just venting his frustration from earlier at Dawnspire Heights. All that pent-up anger finally came out here." Zachary paused for a moment, then laughed mockingly. "Didn't Mr. Barrett say he lives in Villa One?

"For someone who can supposedly afford a mansion like that, lining up to buy fried dough at this stall? This guy is hilarious." Alice sighed, looking at Robin with a pitying expression.

"Maybe breaking off the engagement really hit him hard. That's why he keeps lying and pretending to be someone he's not.

"I think he's just trying to prove himself to me to show me he can 'live well' and 'be impressive.'

"But it's pointless. We're from different worlds. We'll never be on the same level."

"I mean, really. For him to pretend to own Villa One at Dawnspire Heights... how sad.

"There's nothing I can do for someone so shallow. Watching him try so hard just makes me feel sorry for him."

Zachary chuckled. "Alice, there's no need to feel anything for a guy like that. Just sit back and enjoy the show."

...

Meanwhile, Robin was standing over the stocky man, who looked up at him, trembling.

"D-Don't... don't come any closer. Don't hit me again..."

Robin raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you say something about how you won't get hurt if you don't ask for it?

"It was me asking for it! It was all my fault!" The man stammered, begging for mercy.

He could tell that if he kept up his tough act, this young guy in front of him would beat him to a pulp.

Robin sneered. "Get lost."

With a swift kick, he sent the man flying back seven or eight feet.

Robin's kick sent the chubby man flying backward, landing hard 20 feet away.

After struggling to get up, the man scrambled to his feet and fled, fear replacing his initial bluster.

The crowd erupted in applause and laughter.

"Good job! Well done!"

"Young man, that was impressive!"

"Someone needs to teach thugs like him a lesson!"

"Hey, buddy. Are you a professional fighter?"

I thought you'd be

just hit is trouble around

Holmes, and nobody messes with him. They say his brother works for Dawnspire

No one around here dares cross him. He's got connections with Mr. Barrett at

should probably get going. It looks like it's your first time at this stall, so

a faint smile, not bothered at

skirt walked up to him,

in her hands. "Hurry up and print another copy. You should still have

"I think I'm already

of applicants, all with really

if I rush over now, I doubt I'll

"How can you be so sure

now, and you might

take your advice

her cheeks turned slightly pink, but she boldly continued, "My name's Rosalie Grant. Could I add you on WhatsApp? If I get the job, I'd love to treat you to a meal!" Robin smiled faintly. "It's no big deal. Don't worry about it. Just go to your

again. "I just... really want to thank you. Can't I treat

shook his head. "No need. If we're meant to meet

him one

serious about not exchanging contact information, she reluctantly gave

walked away, she felt a strange feeling growing in her

attractive-certainly not breathtaking,

often went out of their way to ask for her

helped her just now shrugged it

she tried to add him

He really was... different.

gaze, Rosalie could tell

sighed and walked toward the bus

car, Alice

other girls because of me, don't expect me to be moved

understand. We're from two completely different

left, Robin finally reached the front of the

and a bowl of hash browns, then got an

down to enjoy his hard-won

a few bites when he

time, he wasn't

A

tough-looking characters followed close behind, their expressions promising trouble. Clearly, Tucker hadn't

was back for revenge, and he'd

Robin, Tucker barked to the lead thug, "Jasper, that's the punk who hit me. Teach him a

"This guy? He's the one who took you down?" Tucker

mean squat.

tough guy! Let's see you

forward, glaring at Robin. "Someone like you? I could break you with

been out on the streets with Mr. Barrett for years, and I've rarely seen anyone as

if you grovel at my feet and beg for mercy, I might just consider letting you off

stall began murmuring