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 an

the way Robin held his ground almost seemed to

other men were laughing and taunting

clearly doesn't know his place. Just teach him

crawl under him and

Raymond's venue, and he didn't

Robin refused to back

unexpected defiance put him in

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

backed down now, he'd lose

his world, reputation was

survival hinged on the support

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

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

leg and aimed a powerful

crowd instinctively stepped

on their designer clothes if Dane's

He calmly raised a hand

face twisted in

decade, and he hadn't expected his kick to be stopped so

felt like it was locked in a vise. "Wha-? Let ... let go of me!" Dane stammered, struggling

go? It's too late

Dane's other leg out from under

crack as Dane's legs 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

was not the outcome

Violet Private Club was

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

his expression cool and indifferent. "Regret? I

crowd who had initially looked down on Robin now stared at

actions embodied true

genuine or just bluster didn't

proven himself, commanding respect

to judge him based on the perceived

"I gave you

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

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

Robin, he

victory was swift and

a single, brutal maneuver, he had brought Dane

the

seen, blurted

looked at him with

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

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

weak as a group, don't you?" Robin said coldly.

that, he drove his heel into

rolled away, clutching his ruined face and screaming in

the encounter. The wealthy young man would carry this scar for the

quiet, aside from the desperate, guttural cries

in shock, their

Robin, now more like a predator in their eyes than a

"Here's

We were just joking, we barely

swung open, and three figures stepped inside-Daphne, Rita,