The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 196

Chapter 196 This Bumpkin Wants to Crash Our Circle

Robin looked around, confused. "Why should I move my car? Isn't this a parking lot?"

"Of course it's a parking lot," the security guard snapped, waving his baton at Robin's car with obvious irritation. "But it's not for cars like yours! Now move along!"

It was as if the sight of Robin's Land Rover was an insult to his eyes. "Soon, real cars are going to arrive, and with your junk parked here, you're blocking their way in!" Robin stared back at him, unruffled. "If this is a parking lot, where else am I supposed to park if not here?"

The guard snorted, pointing at the surrounding vehicles. "Are you blind? Do you even see what kind of cars are parked here? With a beat-up piece of junk like yours in the middle, aren't you embarrassed? I sure as hell can't stand looking at it. Now get out of here!" Robin glanced around the parking area and found that there were plenty of open spots.

He smirked slightly and said, "Calling my car junk, huh? What do you drive?"

Caught off guard, the guard stammered, "I ... I take the bus."

Just then, a loud honking interrupted them.

A Lamborghini roared into view, the engine revving aggressively.

A young man, his face contorted in annoyance, leaned out the window and barked, "Are you kidding me with this? Get this heap out of my way! I can't even park! Get it out of here!"

Recognizing the Lamborghini driver, the guard's expression immediately softened into a deferential smile. "I apologize, Mr. Bennett. Your spot's ready. Please wait just a moment while I get this junk out of the way."

Turning back to Robin, the guard's face darkened again. "Move your car. Mr. Bennett needs to park here."

Robin raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the guard's fawning attitude. "I'm here for the club event too. Why shouldn't I park here? And I don't plan on moving. You can figure it out."

The guard's anger flared as he pointed his baton at Robin. "Are you trying to start trouble?

"Listen up, this is the Hamptons Private Club. If you want to cause a scene, you've picked the wrong place. Now move your car!"

Dane Bennett, the Lamborghini driver, grew increasingly irritated as Robin made no move to leave. He climbed out of his car and smacked his hand on the hood of Robin's Land Rover. "What kind of trash pulls up here? Move this heap already!

"Tonight's an important event. We're expecting a high-profile guest, and I'm telling you-messing with me is one thing, but if you mess up his night, you'll regret it."

Robin raised an eyebrow, noting his arrogant posture. This guy was practically begging for a lesson.

Without another word, Robin stepped out of his car and gestured toward the guard. "My car is parked right here. Do your job and keep an eye on it. Otherwise, you'll be the one in trouble." With that, Robin turned and started walking toward the club.

The guard was left dumbfounded.

Who does this guy think he is? He's driving a car that's maybe worth only 100 grand, and he's acting like he owns the place?

Dane, still fuming, glared at Robin's back. "You think you can just ignore me? Leave now, or I'll turn your precious Land Rover into a pile of scrap metal!"

Robin didn't bother acknowledging the threat, continuing his calm walk toward the entrance.

Dane's rage only grew.

This lowlife in a beat-up SUV thinks he can disrespect me, huh?

He ran after Robin and aimed a hard kick at his back.

Robin didn't even flinch as if he knew the kick would miss by a mile.

be bothered with

thrown off balance, stumbled forward, his kick hitting

yelled, "Stop right there! Do you even know who you're dealing

kept walking, barely registering the

like this would eventually end up getting a real lesson, sooner or

Humiliation burned through Dane.

of dust, had dared to

regret this. I'll teach you a lesson you

time launching a

once again, Robin didn't even

past, and he nearly lost his balance, crashing into

He trembled with rage.

then launched himself at Robin with a furious 360-degree spin kick, but the

threw him off balance, sending him sprawling to the ground in

away, Dane's fury

do you think you are? Stop

Harmonfield! I challenge you to a fight!" Robin didn't even

face etched with

"Seriously, a broke nobody in a beat-up

guard thought Dane

his car, pulled out a metal rod, and started

watched in horror,

worth hundreds of thousands, smashed up just like

assault, the once-intact Land Rover quickly

still felt unsatisfied with how Robin

into his Lamborghini, reversed about 60 feet, and then accelerated forward, ramming straight into the battered Land

roar of his engine and the sickening crunch of metal on metal echoed

Dane's Lamborghini had reduced the Land Rover to a pile of mangled

own car

left the guard staring in

that was off the

were wrecked because of a single flash of

final impact, Dane's

the now-crumpled Land Rover in the corner and suddenly broke into laughter. "I turned your car into a heap of scrap. Let's see

parking space, huh? You're begging

Bennett, your car... it's also ...

unconcerned. "Whatever. I'll just get my dad to

the guard added nervously, "Uh... Mr. Bennett, I saw that guy in the Land Rover go into the

Raymond, I'll make sure that guy regrets ever crossing me. Who does he think he is, trying to sneak into our circle? He's asking for it!" Meanwhile, Robin had just entered the

The meeting's just wrapped up. I'm

the club's decor and

for you. I'll give him a call to come

up with Vera, she quickly contacted Raymond to let him

a message from Rita, letting him know they had just entered the southern part of the city and would arrive at the Violet Private

finishing the call, Robin ordered himself a glass of

into the club shortly afterward. This was his

of Harmonfield's

popular hangout for the city's high-society sons