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 moved

held his ground almost seemed to overshadow

few of the other men were laughing and taunting

you waiting for, Dane? This guy clearly doesn't know his place. Just teach him a lesson and

for Robin to crawl under

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

his surprise, Robin refused

unexpected defiance put him in

their jeering laughter echoing as they waited for him to make

now, he'd lose

in his world, reputation was

on the

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

teeth, Dane finally snapped. "Alright, kid, since you're too stupid to know

leg and aimed

instinctively

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

a hand and

face twisted

been practicing martial arts for over a decade, and he hadn't expected his kick

Let ... let

"Let you go? It's

kicked Dane's other leg

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

was not the outcome they

Club was so quiet you could hear a pin

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

calmly took a napkin and wiped his hands, his expression cool

on

words and actions embodied true

claims were genuine

proven himself, commanding

to judge him based on

gave you a chance, but

the stillness of the

belt and martial arts skills had always made him

against Robin, he was

was swift

maneuver, he

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

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

him with icy calm.

been one of the loudest in goading Dane earlier. "Weren't you the one shouting the loudest a minute ago? Come here, I've

The 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 how

his heel into the young man's face, crushing

young man rolled away, clutching his ruined face and

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

aside from the desperate, guttural cries of the

shock, their

in their eyes than a person.

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 dropped to

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

swung open,