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?"

breath and conceded he was probably right. Around them, other diners shook their

has no backbone. Letting his girlfriend get treated

"Yeah, what a pushover!"

unreasonable that family was. He's probably just avoiding

Robin and Vera back down, the boy's parents continued praising their son. "Our baby is amazing!" Clap! Clap!

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

over to his parents, advising, "Please keep an eye on your child. The hot pot broth is

combination of leisure and dining? My little angel is so well-behaved; what could possibly happen? If you keep talking nonsense, I

father quickly joined in, defending his wife

to argue further, backed down to avoid losing

a server carrying a steaming pot

dashing around the crowded aisles of the hot pot

crashing right into the server, who was balancing the hot

server was

scalding pot of broth would surely drench the boy

hot broth, the child would either end up with severe

quickly turned, spilling the pot of

scalded half of

up sitting on the floor in

boy deliberately started to cry

by

immediately

pointed at the waitress furiously. "How could someone as incompetent as you be working here? You scared my poor baby! Can't even carry a pot without spilling it-useless! If he'd been burned, you'd

server was a college student working part-time to pay

refuse to apologize for her child's

"Your kid is running all over the hot

her words, the boy's

the collar. "You better watch your mouth about my son! Do you want me to knock you out? People like you looking so pathetic and lacking any manners, shouldn't even be

continued muttering insults as they returned to their table. "This place 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 that? How could

than later?" Vera glanced around, puzzled by Robin's comment, then noticed three familiar

her head slightly, she whispered, "Robin, those

were none other than Talia Cross, Tobias Marsh, and Dustin Pierce from Draconia Security Bureau Seven's Investigation Division. Robin

do you mean?" Vera asked, watching him closely.

Robin ignored her.

that Talia had tracked him here, likely in connection with the assassin from the

man at

with a thin face, and wearing

girl, around 17 or 18, who

the man would glance at the young girl, his eyes shimmering with a strange

perverse but a mix