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?"

her ear. "Yes. You two can sit in the living

won't take long. I'll take care of the fish first

and moved into the villa's

room was just as chaotic as 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.

onto the sofa for a moment of respite, a sudden scream echoed from the kitchen, nearly causing her heart to leap out of

glass of the kitchen door, they could see Shirley jumping

creeping onto his face. "This cooking chaos is

Ramsey, you relax here for a moment. I'll

suspecting that by the end of the night, these two women might have completely

stepped into the kitchen, where she found Shirley facing off against a fish lying on the floor with her

across the kitchen floor, its

the knife tightly, her hands shaking as

"Ms. Dunn, what's happening?"

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

Amber asked, surveying the chaos in the

whispered, "Amber, you came just in time. Can you help me out?

what?" Amber hesitated, eyeing the large fish on the

should call Mr. Ramsey to handle it instead.

I can't deal with

her resolve wavering. "Ms. Dunn, I've never killed a fish before, and this one

hurry! You do great work; I know you can manage this!" After a long moment of indecision, Amber stepped forward hesitantly

was as

out of her grasp, its mouth wide

as she fell to the floor, tears nearly

forget about the fish! It's

firmly. "How can we skip it? We promised

Just catch it and kill it. I'll take

"Amber, you can do

Amber inhaled

must embrace

surprisingly causing the fish to pause, as if she had magically quelled its

Amber grabbed the fish and hurled it into the sink. "Ha!

knife from the cutting board and brought it down decisively

Ms. Dunn!

excitement. "I knew you could do it!

"I saw a tutorial...

still gasping for breath, then opened her phone to the fish-preparation video. "We need to scoop out the

"Ms. Dunn, since it's still gasping, should we

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

and I'll pluck the chicken feathers. That way, we can

and, when Shirley wasn't looking, pried open the