The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 236 Hot Pot Haven

At six in the evening, Vera and Robin arrived at the newly opened Hot Pot Haven on the outskirts of Harmonfield.

The restaurant was bustling with people, and every table was filled.

"This newly opened hot pot restaurant is doing quite well," Robin said, smiling as he glanced around at the bustling scene, where nearly every table was occupied.

At that moment, he noticed several pairs of eyes filled with murderous intent fixed on him. It seemed that the assassins from the dark world had indeed arrived in Harmonfield.

Taking in the enticing aroma, Vera hooked her arm through Robin's, proud. "Of course! Only the best for my recommendations!" A few days ago, the company executives raved about this place the food was fresh, affordable, and top-notch service. "So, I thought I had to bring you here to try it," she said excitedly. "Come on, let's go in! It's on me today you can order whatever you want!"

Before long, a staff member from the hot pot restaurant approached them, leading them to the front desk to register. They received a table card for Table 9.

Savoring the rich smells wafting through the air, Vera closed her eyes in delight. "Just the aroma's making me hungry!"

"Waiter," she called, "we'll start with a mixed pot, and then bring us a selection of your best dishes!"

The server hesitated momentarily and cautiously asked, "Miss, we have hundreds of dishes on our menu. Won't it be too much to order one of each?"

Robin nodded in agreement. "It would be a bit excessive. Let's start with twenty dishes-ten meat and ten vegetables. And make sure the hot pot base has a strong flavor. Also, grab a few bottles of drinks for us." Vera pouted. "With such good food, why no alcohol?

"You can drink a little if you want," Robin replied, "but keep it limited! I don't want to end up carrying a drunk home."

As the waiter left, Vera grinned mischievously. "So, no drinking because you want a clear head for something, hmm?"

Snap! A plastic toy bullet suddenly flew toward Vera's eye. Robin's hand darted up, catching it mid-air.

He looked over to see a ten-year-old boy holding a toy gun, ready to shoot again, while his parents praised him non-stop.

Vera stood up and addressed them politely. "Hi, excuse me. You're his parents, right? With so many people here, a toy gun like that could hurt someone."

Vera's words were interrupted as the boy's mother immediately reacted defensively.

"What do you mean by that? It's just a toy gun, and the bullets are only made of plastic pellets. What's the big deal? You're being overly sensitive!"

Vera froze, not expecting such a reaction. "I was just giving you a heads-up for your own good. You don't need to be rude."

The boy's father frowned and jabbed a finger at her, "What are you gonna do about it? You'll regret it if you say another word about my kid." Robin glanced at the family, then calmly pulled Vera back to their table.

"Don't pull me! They're so ... " Vera was frustrated, shocked that the parents were so unreasonable, and Robin just pulled her away.

"Forget it," Robin said, motioning for her to relax. "We're here to eat. It's not worth getting upset over people like that. Our food's almost here."

Vera rolled her eyes at Robin and reluctantly sat down, muttering, "I was just trying to give them some friendly advice about their child. What if he ends up hurting someone with a bad temper? The kid could be in real trouble." Robin chuckled, "His parents don't seem to mind. Why should you?"

she took a deep breath and conceded he was probably right. Around them, other diners shook their heads at

has no backbone. Letting

"Yeah, what a pushover!"

family was. He's probably just

Vera back down, the boy's parents continued praising their son.

parents' encouragement, the boy kept running around the restaurant with a toy gun in

his parents, advising, "Please keep an eye on your child. The hot

hot pot restaurant supposed to be a combination of leisure and dining? My little angel is so well-behaved; what could possibly

father quickly joined in, defending his wife and berating the security

guard, reluctant to argue further, backed down

he finished speaking, a server carrying a steaming pot

having a blast, dashing around the crowded aisles of

right into the server, who was balancing

server was

that scalding pot of broth would surely drench the

the child would either end up with severe burns or

a panic, the server quickly turned, spilling the pot of boiling broth onto her

only scalded half

ended up sitting on the floor in

the boy deliberately started

rushed over, drawn by the sound of

server, she immediately checked

could someone as incompetent as you be working here? You scared my poor baby! Can't even

college student working part-time

the boy's mother to refuse to apologize for her

running all over the hot pot restaurant;

words, the boy's

out? People like

is awful! Next time, we're eating somewhere else! Can you believe the low standards of their staff?" The boy's father and mother grumbled. Watching all this, Vera was speechless. "Robin, did you see

Robin's comment, then noticed

whispered, "Robin, those three from the office this

Marsh, and Dustin Pierce from Draconia Security Bureau Seven's Investigation Division. Robin nodded.

asked, watching him

Robin ignored her.

him here, likely in connection

man at table 13

was of average build, with a

from him was a girl, around 17 or 18, who

and then, the man would glance at the young

wasn't sleazy or perverse but a mix of