The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 173

Chapter 173 Killing a Chicken

Amber stood frozen in shock at the chaotic scene playing out in the yard.

Shirley's attempt to catch a chicken was nothing short of alarming!

Robin, equally surprised, watched as Shirley transformed the entire villa's courtyard into a battleground in her frantic pursuit of the bird.

He gazed at Shirley, who stood with a kitchen knife in hand and clearly out of breath; it was obvious she had invested far too much time on this endeavor. Didn't she claim to have been honing her skills for an entire month?

And yet, this is the outcome?

With the way things are going, it seems unlikely that she would manage to prepare a meal anytime soon. Just then, Robin dashed forward, catching the flapping rooster just as it attempted to make a break for it. Amber sighed in relief, exclaiming, "We finally got it! Ms. Dunn, you really need to take a moment to rest." Robin casually handed the rooster to Amber, who was still watching Shirley, whose exhaustion was evident. Suddenly, Shirley yelled and swung her knife with frustration.

"Ah!" Amber gasped, realizing too late that she should have dodged.

In that instant, the rooster squawked frantically as its head was lopped off, sending it soaring into the air. Amber stood there, stunned, grappling with what had just occurred.

Shirley shot her an angry look. "I told you to stop running!"

After a beat, Amber finally understood that Shirley's fierce glare was aimed at something in her own hands.

She glanced down and saw that she was gripping a headless chicken, its body twitching and spilling warm blood!

"Ah!" she shrieked, dropping the lifeless bird onto the ground.

Just as she regained her composure, the severed head of the chicken plopped neatly into her grasp.

Without even looking at what she was holding, Amber tightened her grip and shot a glare at Robin. "You handed me the chicken and didn't give me a heads-up?"

Robin pointed at her hand. "If you squeeze any harder, you'll crush it."

Amber looked down and finally realized she was holding a blood-soaked chicken head.

"Ahhh!!" she yelped, flinging the head away with all her might before bolting around the yard in panic.

Exhausted from the ordeal, Shirley sank onto the courtyard steps, gasping for air.

She glanced at the headless chicken sprawled on the ground and then at Amber, who was frantically running in circles, and chuckled. "Amber, you might want to work on your bravery." Amber finally halted, her cheeks flushed. "Well ... that caught me completely off guard ...

"I had no idea killing a chicken would be this tough," Shirley admitted, nodding. "If I had known, I would have just bought one that was already cleaned and ready to go."

After a brief pause, she gathered herself. "You two wait in the living room. I'll head to the kitchen, pluck the feathers, and then prepare the fish. We can finally start cooking." Amber had calmed down by this point.

Hearing Shirley's words, she hesitantly asked, "Ms. Dunn, the fish is still alive?"

tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. "Yes. You two can sit in the living room for a bit and make yourselves some tea while I get to

won't take long. I'll take care of the fish first and get it cooking

Ms. Dunn." Amber nodded and moved into the villa's living room with

just as chaotic as the

the mess scattered across the floor, it was evident that Shirley had chased the chicken from the kitchen through the living room and out into the yard. Amber quickly freshened

was about to settle onto the sofa for a moment of respite, a sudden scream echoed from the kitchen,

kitchen door,

an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto his face. "This

saying, "Mr. Ramsey, you relax here for a moment. I'll check on Ms. Dunn and see if she needs a

the night, these two women might have

facing off against a fish lying on the floor with her

the kitchen floor, its eyes glaring defiantly

her hands shaking as she stared at

"Ms. Dunn, what's happening?"

jumped at the sound of Amber's voice, who stood in the doorway,

what are you doing?" Amber asked, surveying the chaos in the

quickly shut the kitchen door and whispered, "Amber, you came just in time. Can you help

eyeing the large

call Mr. Ramsey to handle

I can't deal

never killed a fish before, and

can it be?" Shirley's expression shifted from terror to determination. "Amber, hurry! You do great work; I know you can manage this!" After

as slippery as

the fish wriggled out of her

yelped, panic surging through her as she fell to the floor, tears nearly spilling from her

about the fish! It's

"How can we skip it? We promised to make fish

kill it. I'll

encouragement. "Amber, you can do this! Go for

inhaled deeply,

must embrace

the fish to pause,

newfound determination, Amber grabbed the fish and hurled it into the sink. "Ha! You think you can escape

cutting board and brought it down decisively

Ms. Dunn! The fish is

you could do

"I saw a tutorial...

glanced at the fish, now split in two, its head still gasping for breath, then opened her phone to the fish-preparation video. "We

fish head. "Ms. Dunn, since

"We can't skip it; we need to remove the gills, or

I'll pluck the

shut her eyes and, when Shirley wasn't looking, pried open the gill cover and poked around. "Ms. Dunn, I did it! I got the