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.

hadn't moved

held his ground

few of the other men were laughing and taunting

waiting for, Dane? This guy clearly doesn't know

intended for Robin to crawl under

Raymond's venue, and he didn't want

Robin

put him in a

encircled him, their jeering laughter echoing as they waited for him to make a

he backed down now, he'd lose

his world, reputation was

hinged on the support of Harmonfield's

maintain their status, he needed to find a way to maintain his reputation. Without it, the Bennetts were

since you're too stupid to know when to back down, I'll teach you a lesson

his leg and aimed a powerful kick at Robin's

crowd instinctively

their designer clothes if Dane's kick

raised a hand

twisted

decade, and he hadn't expected

a vise. "Wha-? Let ... let go of me!" Dane stammered, struggling to pull

you go? It's too

kicked Dane's

was a sickening crack as Dane's legs split into a forced split, sending him crashing to the floor in agony. He rolled on the ground, clutching

not the outcome they had

Violet Private Club was so quiet you could

pain. Through gritted teeth, he managed to snarl, "You ... you bastard! You're dead! I'll make sure you regret ever laying

and wiped his hands, his expression cool and indifferent. "Regret?

had initially looked down on Robin now stared at him with something

actions embodied

were genuine or just bluster

commanding

him based on

sneered, looking down at Dane. "I gave you a

foot and brought it down hard on Dane's shin. In the stillness of the club, the sickening crack of

and martial arts skills had always made him one of the most

against Robin,

was

a single, brutal maneuver, he had brought Dane

to Robin, sitting calmly on the couch, a faint, almost amused smile

blurted out, "You ... you didn't have to

at him with icy calm.

sharpened as he recognized the guy who had been one of the loudest in goading Dane earlier. "Weren't you the one shouting the loudest a minute ago? Come here, I've got something to discuss with you." The young man, pale-faced, instinctively took a

Robin was already there with a blur of motion. The next moment, the young man's face

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

into the young

pooled on the floor as the young man rolled away, clutching his

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

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

shock, their legs trembling, bodies paralyzed

at Robin, 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,

pale, they stammered, "We're sorry! We were just joking, we barely

doors of the club swung open, and