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 such

balance, stumbled forward, his kick hitting nothing

"Stop right there! Do

barely

this would eventually end up getting

Humiliation burned through Dane.

insignificant speck of dust, had

teach you a

forward again, this time launching a full-force roundhouse

again, Robin didn't

sailed past, and he nearly

He trembled with rage.

with a furious 360-degree spin kick, but the attack

off balance, sending

Robin walked calmly away, Dane's fury

pointing after him. "Who do you think you

the biggest Taekwondo club in Harmonfield! I challenge

his face etched with concern. "Mr.

the guard's grip. "Seriously, a broke nobody in a beat-up Land Rover dares to ignore

thought

went back to his car, pulled out a metal rod, and started

in

hundreds of thousands,

once-intact Land Rover

battering it, Dane still felt unsatisfied with how Robin had

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

crunch of metal

had reduced the Land Rover to a

his own car wasn't much

the guard staring

that was off

millions. All were wrecked because of a single

impact, Dane's fury finally began

glanced at 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

with me over a parking

Bennett, your car...

"Whatever. I'll just get my dad to buy me a new

"Uh... Mr. Bennett, I saw that guy in the Land Rover go

"Perfect. Once I see Raymond, I'll make sure that guy regrets ever crossing me. Who does he think he is, trying to sneak into

are you? The meeting's just wrapped up. I'm

at the club's decor

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

quickly contacted Raymond to let him know

had just entered the southern part of the city and would arrive at the

call, Robin ordered himself a glass of red

strode into the club shortly afterward.

of

the years, the club had become a popular hangout for the city's