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.

Jamie stood a man in his 50s, accompanied by

Jamie had come with

woman! And it was

as he parked the car, turned off

men closing in on Vera, their

front of her Porsche

spat, "You little tramp! Hand over those Silvas

money, there would be no Silva Group today!" Furious, Vera shot back, "You're a disgrace! My mom brought

and when she earned ten million, she gave it all to my

pity for her and sent her five million! Go ask your pathetic

pointed at the man next to Jamie. "You're the Lynches' second steward; you

that five million belongs to the Lynches. To the family, there's no distinction between right and wrong-only whether they want it

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

eyes lit up, and tears of frustration

point, Robin had appeared

that moment, her world felt

herself into Robin's embrace,

stunned, grappling with the scene

transformed into a vulnerable figure, clutching

hid behind Lewis, her voice quaking with rage. "Lewis, this jerk

his eyes gleaming with

thickened with tension, causing

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

deep-set eyes gave him a rat-like appearance, while his pallid, gaunt face suggested someone who was barely hanging

from him, hinting at a

the name Lewis was synonymous

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

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

Lewis flowed freely, blending fact with exaggeration. Nobody knew exactly how skilled he was, but

derisive sneer, he addressed Robin, "Kid, you think

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

anger as he scolded. "I've kept a low profile for

you even realize, boy, that I've lived by strict principles for half my life? Anyone who dares touch a

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

the Lynches' second steward

aren't you so

his previous safety

to show us what

to me today,

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

promptly crumpled to