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

the way Robin held his ground almost

Dane, a few of the other men

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

intended for Robin to crawl under

all, this was Raymond's venue, and he didn't want to cause too much

his surprise, Robin

him in a difficult

and women encircled him, their jeering laughter echoing as they

now, he'd lose

world,

on the support of Harmonfield's

to find a way to maintain his reputation. Without

stupid to know when to

his leg and aimed

instinctively stepped

want to get blood on their

raised a hand and

twisted in

arts for over a decade, and he hadn't expected his kick to be

...

smirked. "Let you go? It's too late

Robin casually kicked Dane's other leg out from

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

was not the outcome

was so quiet you could hear a pin

"You ... you bastard! You're dead! I'll make

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

looked down on Robin now

actions embodied true

genuine or just bluster

had proven himself, commanding

dared to judge him based on the perceived value of

looking down at Dane. "I gave

down hard on Dane's shin. In the stillness of the club, the sickening crack of bone echoed, and

types, Dane's black belt and martial arts skills had always made him one of the most formidable among

Robin, he

was swift

single, brutal maneuver, he had brought Dane

calmly on the couch, a faint, almost amused smile on

what he'd just seen, blurted out, "You ... you didn't

at him with icy

guy who had been one of the loudest in goading Dane earlier. "Weren't you the one shouting the loudest a

next moment, the young man's face smashed against the cold marble floor, his body pinned by Robin's foot pressing

group, don't you?" Robin said coldly. "Well, let's see

drove his heel into the young man's face, crushing

the floor as the young man rolled away, clutching his

wealthy young man would

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

in shock, their

like a predator in their eyes than a person. Who

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

they stammered, "We're sorry! We were just joking, we barely even know Dane

moment, the main doors of the club swung