The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 197

Chapter 197 Crawl Under Me

Everyone in the Violet Private Club looked at Robin with mocking eyes.

A guy rolling up in a cheap Land Rover, daring to cross someone like Dane, huh? They could only imagine the humiliation he was about to endure.

A group of men and women laughed gleefully, waiting for the spectacle of Robin crawling under Dane's legs.

Some of the women had already pulled out their phones, eager to capture the moment and share it on social media.

"Hurry up and crawl, now!" a woman in a pink miniskirt taunted, her phone poised and ready to record.

She struck a smug pose, her voice dripping with disdain. "What's the hold-up? Need to give a little speech before you crawl?"

"Haha!"

Laughter erupted around her, filling the room.

It was like a pack of hyenas circling what they thought was easy prey.

Robin raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself, "Looks like Raymond's going to have to pay for this."

Dane sneered, taking a deep drag on his cigarette and blowing smoke in Robin's direction, clearly amused. "You really think a big shot like Raymond gives a damn about trash like you?"

He laughed, mocking him. "What a joke. You actually think you're someone important, huh?"

The crowd laughed even harder, almost falling over each other.

The woman in the pink skirt snapped photo after photo, narrating the scene with glee. "This guy actually believes he's worth something!

"God, I've never heard anything more delusional!"

Robin nonchalantly waved away the smoke and fixed Dane with an icy stare.

"Here's the deall Get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. Then, maybe, I'll let this go."

A shocked silence fell over the room.

Was he seriously demanding an apology from Dane, a ninth-degree black belt in Taekwondo?

Dane's expression darkened, his face twisting with scorn. "Did I hear that right? You want me to get down and beg?"

He cracked his neck, smirking as though amused by some private joke. It was clear he thought he could flatten Robin without breaking a sweat.

"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that?" Dane spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "You even know where you are? This is the Violet Private Club, not some street corner where you can hustle your little sales pitch. "Now, crawl under me and get out of here while you still can, or you're leaving this place on a stretcher."

The woman in the pink skirt couldn't contain herself as well. "Mr. Bennett just told you to crawl under him! What are you waiting for? Do it now! I've got my phone ready to go live!"

Another woman nearby, dressed provocatively, laughed as she eyed Robin with exaggerated delight. "Oh, honey, I can't wait to see you scurry under Mr. Bennett like a little lapdog. That's just the kind of entertainment I came for tonight."

But Robin didn't move. His calm defiance seemed to frustrate the crowd even more. "Are you going to crawl or not?" the pink-skirted woman demanded, her tone sharp with impatience. "If you keep this up, Mr. Bennett's gonna make you regret every second you wasted!" "God, you really must be brain-dead if you thought you could just waltz into our circle and disrespect Mr. Bennett," she sneered, her voice rising above the crowd as she egged on the growing mob.

This kind of woman clearly had her sights set on a wealthy partner.

Her showy behavior was likely aimed at attracting the attention of men like Dane or one of the other wealthy young men in the club.

Meanwhile, Dane was beginning to feel the pressure.

He had expected Robin to meekly obey and crawl under him by now.

Robin hadn't

held his ground almost seemed

the other men were

guy clearly doesn't know his place. Just teach him a

to crawl under him and leave

and he didn't want to

Robin refused to back

unexpected defiance put him in a

and women encircled him, their jeering laughter echoing as

he backed down now, he'd lose his reputation in front of

his world, reputation

Bennetts' survival hinged on the support of Harmonfield's

a way

snapped. "Alright, kid, since you're too stupid to know when to back down, I'll teach

lifted his leg and aimed

crowd instinctively stepped

to get blood on their designer clothes if Dane's kick made a

even flinch. He calmly raised a hand and caught

face twisted in

over a decade, and he hadn't expected his kick

... let go of me!" Dane stammered, struggling to

you go? It's

seated, Robin casually kicked Dane's

split into a forced split, sending him crashing to the floor in agony. He rolled on the ground, clutching his groin, his face twisted in pain. The crowd, who had moments before been eagerly anticipating Robin's humiliation, stood in stunned

the outcome they

a moment, the Violet Private Club was so quiet you could hear a

gritted teeth, he managed to snarl, "You ... you

calmly took a napkin and wiped his hands, his expression cool and indifferent. "Regret? I don't

women in the crowd who had initially looked down on

words and actions embodied

were genuine

had proven himself, commanding respect

to judge him based on the perceived value of his

at Dane. "I gave you a chance, but you

look of utter disdain, he lifted his foot and brought it down hard on Dane's shin. In the stillness of the club, the sickening crack of bone echoed, and it was clear-Dane's leg was shattered. The Violet Private Club

types, Dane's black belt and martial arts skills had

Robin,

victory was

a single, brutal maneuver, he had

to Robin, sitting calmly on the

processing what he'd just seen, blurted out, "You ... you didn't have to go

with icy

shouting the loudest a minute ago?

next moment, the young man's face smashed against the cold marble floor, his body

like bullying the weak as a group, don't you?" Robin said coldly. "Well,

into the

man rolled away, clutching his ruined face

his permanent reminder of the encounter. The wealthy young man would carry this scar for the rest of his

Violet Private Club was deathly quiet, aside from the desperate, guttural cries of the

on in shock, their

now more like a predator in their eyes than a person. Who was this

men who had been laughing and taunting him moments before. He raised a finger and pointed at each of them. "Here's your chance. Kneel, bow, and beg. Then crawl out of here. Maybe I'll let you go." Immediately, with a chorus of terrified gasps, seven or eight of them

"We're sorry! We were just joking, we barely even

of the club swung open, and three figures stepped inside-Daphne, Rita,