The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 240 Why Shouldn't I Kill Him?

The Hellclaw assassin knew all too well the truth of his situation. Escaping alive in the presence of someone like Robin, the terrifying Divine Drakebane, was utterly impossible. Years ago, this man had reduced the Dark Lord, the Phoenix Vanguard, and the Drumskulls-all notorious gang factions-to mere ants.

The former Dark Lord, Caym, had reached the pinnacle of the Ancient Martial Realm with millions of followers worldwide.

However, he ultimately met a gruesome end on top of a church.

Legend had it that the one who ended this top-tier figure in the Ancient Martial Realm was none other than Divine Drakebane with a single blow.

Even a figure as legendary as the former Dark Lord fell to a single strike from Robin.

What chance did an insignificant Hellclaw assassin like him stand?

If he didn't die from torture, that would already be the best outcome he could hope for.

At this moment, all he wished for was a quick death at the hands of the Divine Drakebane. "What?!"

The scene unfolded before Talia was beyond her comprehension.

"How can a vicious Hellclaw's assassin show such fear in the presence of Robin?

"Is this some kind of illusion?"

As an elite member of Draconia's Investigation Division 7, Talia found it impossible to accept what she was witnessing.

The Hellclaw assassination organization had risen quickly in less than a decade, yet this notorious group had already caused countless bloodbaths across Draconia.

Most of its members were hardened criminals who had escaped from the prisons of Draconia and Southeast Aurientia.

Once they joined Hellclaw, they underwent brutal training to become assassins, reaching a level of skill that allowed them to participate in the organization's missions. As a result, each member was a formidable fighter.

Ordinary police officers and even special forces struggled to survive against Hellclaw assassins.

Talia had once trained in special forces.

Not only was she skilled in combat, but her marksmanship was also sharp.

Although she couldn't match the elites of Draconia's War Wolf Special Forces, she was still considered top-tier among regular officers.

Despite her prowess, she could barely hold her own against an average Hellclaw assassin.

Encountering someone like Grizz would likely leave her struggling to escape.

Yet here was Robin, who had not only severely injured Grizz but had also killed three Hellclaw assassins.

Now, he had rendered the assassin before her so terrified that he knelt, trembling as if he had seen a devil. Who exactly was Robin?

What made him so fearsome that even the Hellclaw killers were terrified?

conflict with the Brookhaven Martial Alliance at the Harmonfield Hotel

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couldn't

how formidable one person was, they couldn't stand against the most powerful alliance in Draconia, let alone destroy it. Talia secretly scanned Robin's handsome face, feeling a sudden

guy a rogue seemed

she would never

that this guy was up to no

he was a slightly more skilled

as to why this

Vera was equally astonished.

through many adventures, she

that the Hellclaw was a group of ruthless

be that these notorious

Vera doesn't get it.

she didn't want

formidable man brought her joy, and every day

cousin had hired these people to assassinate her, her anger flared! That b*stard is

he spent a fortune and attempted

the Lynches, I had nothing to do with them or

Jamie saw the Silva Group thriving,

seeks to

Hmph! Jamie, you're dreaming!

mother's life

one will take

turmoil and held

kicked a dagger

plunged into the neck of the Hellclaw

you kill him?!" Talia shouted as she put her gun

cast a quick glance at

shirt was on the

burstin

said, "Why should

could unleash another tirade, a wave

onlookers to

the darkness of the crowd, a dagger slicing through the

hidden expert took advantage of Talia and Robin's

barely had

Dustin, both injured, yelled in

of her eye and instinctively wanted

to draw her weapon. "Perfect timing! I was worried you wouldn't dare

chuckled, pulling

under her left armpit and drew her gun,