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

his ground

Dane, a few of the other men were

for, Dane? This guy clearly doesn't know his place. Just teach

had initially intended for Robin to crawl under him

venue, and he didn't want

surprise, Robin refused

him in a difficult

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

backed down now, he'd lose his reputation in

his world, reputation

hinged on the support of Harmonfield's

find a way to maintain his reputation. Without it, the Bennetts were

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

aimed a powerful kick at Robin's

crowd instinctively

didn't want to get blood on their designer clothes if Dane's kick

He calmly raised a hand and

face twisted in

decade, and he

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

you go? It's too late

Robin casually kicked Dane's other leg out from under

to the floor in agony. He rolled on the ground, clutching

the outcome they

Violet Private Club was so quiet you could hear a

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

hands, his

women in the crowd who had initially looked down on Robin now

words and actions embodied

Robin's claims were genuine or

commanding respect with

dared to judge him based on the perceived value

at Dane. "I gave you a chance,

a 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

Dane's black belt and martial arts skills had always made him one

against Robin, he was

was

a single, brutal maneuver, he had brought Dane

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

processing what he'd just seen, blurted out, "You ...

at him with icy calm.

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

there with a blur of motion. The next moment, the young man's face smashed against the cold marble floor, his body pinned by Robin's

a group, don't you?" Robin said

heel into the

the young man rolled away, clutching his ruined face and

his permanent reminder of the encounter. The wealthy young

quiet, aside from the desperate, guttural cries of

their legs

a predator in their eyes than a person. Who was this man? How could

and pointed at each of them. "Here's your chance. Kneel, bow, and beg. Then crawl

stammered, "We're sorry! We were just

the main doors of the club swung open, and three