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 crass

balance, stumbled forward, his kick hitting nothing but

there! Do you even

kept walking, barely

would eventually end up getting a real lesson, sooner or

Humiliation burned through Dane.

nobody, this insignificant speck of dust, had dared to

you a lesson you

time launching a

again, Robin didn't even

kick sailed past, and he nearly lost

He trembled with rage.

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

balance, sending him sprawling to the ground in

Robin walked calmly away, Dane's

do you think you are?

owner of Honorbound Taekwondo Club, the biggest Taekwondo club in Harmonfield! I challenge you to a fight!" Robin didn't even bother to turn around. "You're not worth my time," he said dismissively, continuing on his

to Dane's side, his face

"Seriously, a broke nobody in a beat-up Land Rover dares to ignore me? I'll turn

guard thought Dane was just

out a metal rod, and started bashing the Land

in horror, his

car worth hundreds of thousands, smashed up just like

relentless assault, the once-intact Land Rover

Dane still felt unsatisfied

back into his Lamborghini, reversed about 60 feet, and then

the sickening crunch of metal on metal echoed through the

the time he was finished, Dane's Lamborghini had reduced the Land

own car

left the guard staring in stunned

had a temper that was off

worth millions. All were wrecked because of a single flash of

Dane's

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 space,

muttered, "Mr. Bennett, your car... it's also ...

"Whatever. I'll just get my dad to

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

guy regrets ever crossing me. Who does he think he is, trying to sneak into our circle? He's asking for it!" Meanwhile, Robin

wrapped up. I'm on my way, so

decor and found

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

with Vera, she quickly contacted Raymond to let him know

Rita, letting him know they had just entered the southern

himself a glass of red wine

afterward. This was his regular haunt,

the other wealthy heirs of Harmonfield's elite often held

had become a popular hangout for the city's