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.

bothered

thrown off balance, stumbled forward, his kick

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

walking, barely registering the

like this would eventually end up getting a real lesson,

Humiliation burned through Dane.

speck of dust, had

regret this. I'll teach you

furious, Bennett charged forward again, this time launching a full-force roundhouse kick aimed at Robin's

once again, Robin didn't even

past, and he nearly lost

He trembled with rage.

a furious

off balance, sending him sprawling to the ground in an

calmly away, Dane's

he shouted, pointing after him. "Who do you think you

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

rushed to Dane's side, his face

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

thought Dane

pulled out a metal rod, and started bashing the Land

guard watched in horror,

car worth hundreds of

assault, the once-intact Land Rover quickly

felt unsatisfied

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

his engine and the sickening crunch of

time he was finished, Dane's Lamborghini had reduced the Land Rover to a pile

car wasn't much

the guard staring in stunned

temper that was

those cars were worth millions. All were wrecked because

the final impact, Dane's fury finally began to

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

over a parking space, huh? You're begging

shock, muttered, "Mr. Bennett, your car... it's also ... uh, pretty banged

I'll just get my

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

I see 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 on my

decor and found a

Raymond's been waiting for you. I'll give

quickly contacted Raymond to let him

know they had just entered the southern

call, Robin ordered himself a glass of red wine and

club shortly afterward.

wealthy heirs of Harmonfield's elite often held

a popular hangout for the