The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 246 Your Life Has Started the Countdown

In the dimly lit bar on the second floor, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the bustling first floor.

Robin scanned the crowd in the upstairs lounge, his eyes landing on a familiar face.

It was Finn, a disciple of the Alliance.

After the fierce battle at Spiral Heights, the Alliance had disbanded.

Most of its members had scattered from Harmonfield and Brookhaven, seeking their own paths.

Finn himself hails from the provincial capital.

Today, he was accompanying a few childhood friends from home to the Marion Club to check out the new model from Rashea.

Meanwhile, Finn caught sight of Robin.

He had been laughing and joking with his friends, but the moment he saw Divine Drakebane, his expression turned cold, nearly purple, and his teeth began to clatter in fear. The shock that Robin brought was indelible.

Though Finn had not witnessed the bloody events at Dragon Ridge Valley firsthand, the horrors he witnessed at the Harmonfield Hotel had etched themselves in his memory forever. Finn had once believed that Kyler and Ronald represented the pinnacle of strength in the world.

However, Robin's appearance shattered all of his previous beliefs.

The terrifying presence of Robin had left a deep psychological scar on Finn.

At that moment, facing Robin, Finn instinctively lowered his head, a chill running down his spine.

What is Robin doing here?

Did he come to eliminate all the disciples of the Alliance?

From the corner of his eye, Finn stole a glance at Robin, who seemed indifferent to him.

Only then did Finn dare to slowly lift his head.

He felt a slight sense of relief when he saw Robin walking toward a corner table.

The tall and handsome Robin attracted attention once more, drawing gasps and excited whispers from the crowd. Finn's companions were a group of young men from the provincial capital, all notorious for their unruly behavior.

Among them was Ralph Preston, the heir of the Preston Group, who held a leadership position among the group.

Next to Ralph sat Andrew Lambert, whose family owned a boxing gym in the provincial capital, boasting three franchises of fight clubs within Brookhaven.

With his skills and family background, Andrew often stuck close to Ralph.

The rest of the group were second-generation scions of noble families from the provincial capital.

With a chorus of beautiful women gasping, the young men turned their gazes toward Robin.

Although they frequented nightclubs and social events and had met many attractive people, none had ever encountered someone with Robin's extraordinary aura and striking looks. Jealousy stirred within them.

Under the scrutinizing stares of the crowd, Robin approached a middle-aged man with thick hair and sat down.

"Darkwolf, we finally meet," he said.

astonishment written across his face, though he maintained

under the dim bar

it hard to believe that the legendary and

Robin's background would never associate

shaken the entire World

had to

a brief assessment of Robin's strength, Darkwolf felt no

Robin seemed

someone like him could navigate the World of Darkness and instill fear in the most elite assassin organizations, such as the Phoenix Vanguard and the Dark Night

smiled and asked, "Divine Drakebane, are

the Soul Collector from

legends," Robin replied in a playful manner,

track me down to Draconia and risk your own life? "Now that I'm here,

an unusual energy surrounding him-military or

were powerful figures

Darkwolf regarded

you to rely on the police to

worldwide. The most important skill for an

Drakebane, I'm quite disappointed in

smirked, sizing up the once-feared

I never rely

you a

gazed at Robin with a chilly smile, asking, "Divine Drakebane, are

the Assassin King, I can find countless ways to kill

gossiping, his face

discussing trivial matters-not the obliteration

be so sure you can escape from

them,

Venet

relied on them

wouldn't be the

Drakebane, you may be underestimating

underground, someone like you

and

the world's top assassins, you are nothing! The reputation you've built today is merely a stroke of luck. When I returned

his cup and asked coldly, "Thirteen assassins? Now there

watch and said, "In ten minutes, you'll be dead, and it will be down to ten. By my estimates, before three in the morning tomorrow,

crystal high heels and a daringly short skirt

there, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before, but

her sentence, she burst into

tall, curvy,

outshine anyone in tonight's venue, marking her as the queen of the

closer to Robin, almost spilling her ample

enticing scent wafted from

of Ralph's companions remarked, glancing at Ralph. Those spoil brats understood all too well that Ralph

Ralph's expression darkened.

that he would definitely take Emmy to bed that

he witnessed this scene, he

guy what's what!" Andrew declared, standing