The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 177

Chapter 177 Are You Still Refusing to Bow?

Rosalie was stunned when Percy called.

The 100,000 she had sent him was borrowed from Abyssal Dominion, a questionable lending company that charged exorbitant interest rates.

Without Robin's assistance, she would have faced serious consequences long ago.

Now, however, Percy had lost that money!

What was she supposed to do?

For a brief moment, Rosalie was left speechless, her mind racing in a state of panic.

Losing that money meant her mother's medical treatment would be interrupted.

Desperately, she began searching for options.

With no alternatives left, she reluctantly decided to contact relatives she hadn't spoken to in ages.

Since her mother fell ill, they had all seemed to back away, probably frightened of being asked for financial help.

Yet, given the gravity of her situation, she had no choice but to reach out. Regardless of how humiliating it felt, she had to do it for her mother's sake. Noticing the worried expression on Rosalie's face, Robin casually inquired, "What's going on?"

"Um... it's nothing. Just some arrangements for my mom's surgery," Rosalie stuttered, ultimately deciding against sharing the specifics of Percy's phone call. She couldn't bear to put any more weight on Robin's shoulders; he had already done so much for her.

She swore she couldn't let Robin know about Percy borrowing from the dark web lenders.

"Robin, I need to take a day off from work. I have to go to the hospital today. Is that alright?"

"The hospital? Do you want me to drive you?" Robin asked, glancing at Rosalie, who appeared quite anxious.

"No, really, it's fine. You have enough to deal with. I can take a cab," she replied hastily.

"Okay," Robin said, nodding as he pulled the car over.

Once they stopped, Rosalie quickly hailed a taxi and hurried away.

Robin hadn't driven very far when a crowd suddenly obstructed the road ahead.

As he contemplated how to navigate around them, he caught sight of a damaged car amid the chaos-it was Vera's Porsche 918.

At that moment, Vera was surrounded by several individuals, including Harvey, Quincy, and Jamie.

to Jamie stood a man in his 50s, accompanied by

had come

disgrace harassing a woman! And it was

as he parked the car, turned off the engine,

group of men

of her Porsche was crumpled and

Hand over those

million from us! Without that money, there would be no Silva Group today!" Furious, Vera shot back, "You're a

when she earned ten million, she gave it

Lynches, she took nothing! It was my grandmother who felt pity for her and sent

pointed at the man next to Jamie. "You're the

To the family, there's no distinction between right and wrong-only whether they want it or not." "H-how could you... " Vera

The Lynches of Brighton-what a bunch of thieves!" Robin pushed through the

up, and tears of frustration streamed down her

lowest point, Robin had appeared like a knight in shining

her world felt significantly

herself into Robin's embrace, sobbing

grappling

had transformed into a vulnerable figure, clutching him tightly

instinctively hid behind Lewis, her voice quaking with rage. "Lewis, this jerk assaulted me! I want

at Robin, his eyes gleaming with a menacing intent that

thickened with tension, causing spectators

them stood a frail-looking middle-aged man with a medium build, dressed

his pallid, gaunt face suggested

hinting at a dangerous nature that belied his frail

the name Lewis was synonymous

the streets as a 13-year-old, he was taken in by Steven, becoming entrenched in

arts master to train him, and after a decade of intense training, he had gained a reputation by defeating several skilled opponents, securing his place among Brighton's top

with exaggeration. Nobody knew exactly how skilled he was, but one truth stood clear: He was not a man to

a derisive sneer, he addressed Robin, "Kid, you think you can lay hands

eyes. "Is Brighton's Lynches really

scolded. "I've kept a low

life? Anyone who dares touch a member of the Lynches will pay

producing a deafening crack as the thick asphalt yielded beneath him, creating a deep impression from a man who appeared to be on his last legs. The crowd instinctively recoiled, fear etched on their

the Lynches' second

you so full

moment, Jamie, bolstered by his

dare you to show us what you're made of in front

down to me today, I swear I'll

added coldly, "Boy, Mr. Jamie demands you kneel! If not, I'll ensure the Silvas face the consequences alongside you!"

promptly crumpled to the