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 room for a bit and make yourselves

of the fish first and get it cooking right

moved into the

just as

room and out into the yard. Amber quickly freshened up in the bathroom and began tidying up the disarray in

respite, a sudden scream echoed from the kitchen,

door, they could see

creeping onto his face. "This cooking

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

night, these

found Shirley facing off against a fish lying on the floor with her knife

across the kitchen floor, its eyes glaring

her hands shaking as

"Ms. Dunn, what's happening?"

who stood in the doorway, gesturing for her to

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

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

what?" Amber hesitated, eyeing the large fish on

I should call Mr. Ramsey to handle it instead. I'm

arm urgently. "Please don't tell Robin I can't deal with this! You

killed a fish before, and this

how difficult can it be?" Shirley's expression shifted from terror to determination. "Amber, hurry! You do great work;

it was as slippery as

as she grasped it, the fish wriggled out of her grasp, its mouth wide

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

just forget about the fish!

"How can we skip it? We promised to make

fine. Just catch it and kill

her fist in encouragement. "Amber, you

inhaled deeply,

succeed, one must

causing the fish to pause,

the fish and hurled it into the sink. "Ha! You think

she seized the knife from the cutting board and brought it

done, Ms. Dunn! The fish is

could do it!

"I saw a tutorial...

fish, now split in two, its head still gasping for breath, then opened her phone to the fish-preparation video. "We need to scoop out the gills from the

head. "Ms. Dunn, since it's still

the video. "We can't skip it; we need to

handle the fish, and I'll pluck the

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