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 an outward

under

found it hard to believe that the legendary and terrifying Divine Drakebane was

would never associate

was a man who had shaken the entire World of Darkness in just a few years since his

realized he had to take him

Darkwolf felt no oppressive aura

Robin seemed almost

in the most 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 scruntinized Robin, he smiled and asked, "Divine Drakebane, are you

you heard of the Soul Collector from

not interested in any legends," Robin replied in a playful manner,

track me down to Draconia and risk

eyes lit up. He felt an

were powerful figures watching

disdain, Darkwolf regarded

never expected someone like you to rely on the police to dance around me. Isn't that rather pathetic? "However, this is useless to

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

I'm quite disappointed

sizing up

this. I never rely on

a

at Robin with a chilly smile, asking, "Divine Drakebane, are you really that

still be unaware of my true strength. As the Assassin King, I can

casually gossiping, his face devoid of tension or

they were discussing trivial

be so sure you can escape from me? As for those military forces or watchers

them,

Venet

relied

be the

may be underestimating my power. After years

underground, someone like you

and you

assassins, you are nothing! The reputation you've built today is merely a stroke of luck. When I returned to the underground, your life is

asked coldly, "Thirteen assassins? Now there are

minutes, you'll be dead, and it will be

in crystal high heels and a

there, I feel

could finish her sentence,

tall, curvy, and breathtakingly beautiful-a true

beauty could easily outshine anyone in tonight's venue, marking her as

laughed, she leaned closer to Robin, almost spilling her ample bosom

scent wafted from her

Club. It looks like she's trying to catch that handsome guy's attention," one of Ralph's companions remarked, glancing at Ralph. Those spoil brats understood all too well that Ralph

Ralph's expression darkened.

would

witnessed this scene,

to show that guy what's what!" Andrew declared, standing