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

studied Robin closely under the

to believe that the legendary and terrifying Divine Drakebane was so youthful

would never associate him with

a man who had shaken the entire World of

had

Darkwolf felt no oppressive

Robin seemed almost

elite assassin organizations, such as the Phoenix Vanguard and the Dark Night Alliance. In the years he had spent retreating into the mountains, had

he smiled and asked, "Divine Drakebane,

of the Soul

a playful manner, while

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

an unusual energy surrounding him-military or police

powerful figures watching

disdain, Darkwolf regarded

on the police to dance around me. Isn't that rather pathetic? "However, this is useless

anyone else at killing, but my ability to escape is unmatched worldwide. The most important skill for an assassin is survival. If you can assassinate

quite disappointed

smirked, sizing up

I never

a chance to

Robin with a chilly smile,

of my true strength. As the Assassin King, I

casually gossiping, his

they were discussing trivial matters-not the obliteration of

"How can you be so sure you can escape from me? As for those military forces

them,

Venet

relied on them

I wouldn't be the Divine

may be underestimating my

underground, someone like you

appears, and you

of 13 of the world's top assassins, you are nothing! The reputation you've built today

asked coldly,

you'll be dead, and it will be down to ten. By my estimates, before three in the morning tomorrow, there

in crystal high heels and a daringly short skirt approached, holding a

the table and smiled charmingly at Robin. "Hey there, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before, but

she could finish her sentence, she

woman was tall, curvy,

could easily outshine anyone in tonight's venue,

to Robin, almost spilling her

scent wafted from her

is Emmy Pena, the queen escort of Marion Club. It looks like she's trying to catch that handsome guy's attention," one of Ralph's companions remarked, glancing at

Ralph's expression darkened.

coming, he had boasted that he would definitely take Emmy to bed

he witnessed this scene, he

guy what's what!" Andrew declared,