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.

a man in

was clear that Jamie had come

a disgrace harassing a woman! And it was his

as he parked the car, turned off the engine, and stepped

before him showed a group of men closing in on Vera, their expressions filled with

Porsche was crumpled and

"You little tramp! Hand over those Silvas

no Silva Group today!" Furious, Vera shot back, "You're a disgrace! My mom brought five million to Harmonfield, and she earned it through her hard

when she earned ten

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

next to Jamie. "You're the Lynches' second steward; you know this is

Silva. However, Mr. Jamie insists that five million belongs to the Lynches. To the family, there's no distinction between right and wrong-only whether they want it or not." "H-how could

can't believe it! The Lynches of Brighton-what a bunch of thieves!" Robin pushed through the crowd and stood beside

tears of frustration streamed down

her lowest point, Robin had appeared like

her world

herself into Robin's embrace,

momentarily stunned, grappling with the scene

woman he usually saw had transformed into a vulnerable figure, clutching him tightly as she unleashed her

her voice quaking with rage. "Lewis, this jerk assaulted

glare at Robin, his eyes gleaming

with tension,

with a medium build, dressed

while his pallid, gaunt face suggested

an ominous energy radiated from him, hinting at a dangerous nature

the name Lewis was

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

had arranged for a martial 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 martial artists. Over the years, Lewis had handled many of the Lynches' unsavory tasks. Rumors circulated about him taking down the most notorious pirates from Draconia and outmatching the top military

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

addressed Robin, "Kid, you think you can lay hands on

with a smirk, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Is Brighton's Lynches really that intimidating? The ones I've met seem more like a

a low profile for years, and now you think you can

boy, that I've lived by strict principles for half my life? Anyone who dares touch a member of the Lynches will pay dearly

Lewis struck the ground with tremendous force, 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,

of the Lynches'

so

his

you to show us what

you don't bow down to me today, I swear I'll ruin

ensure the Silvas

crumpled to the ground