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.

The middle-aged man slowly raised his head, astonishment written across his face, though he maintained an outward

under the dim

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

Robin's background would never associate him with

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

he had to take him

Robin's strength, Darkwolf felt no oppressive aura

Robin seemed almost

left Darkwolf questioning how 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 Alliance. In the years he

and asked, "Divine Drakebane, are you truly

Soul Collector from

legends," Robin replied in a playful manner, while pouring himself a cup of tea

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

He felt an unusual energy surrounding

powerful figures

disdain, Darkwolf

to dance around

killing, but my ability to escape is unmatched worldwide. The most important skill

I'm quite

up the

overthinking this. I never rely on

give you a chance to

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

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

as if casually gossiping, his face devoid of tension or

were discussing trivial

can escape

them,

Venet

relied

years, I wouldn't be the

may be

underground, someone like you

appears, and

one? In front of 13 of the world's top assassins, you are nothing! The reputation you've built today is merely a stroke of luck. When I returned to the underground, your

asked coldly, "Thirteen assassins?

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

heels and a daringly

the table and smiled charmingly at Robin. "Hey there, I feel like I've

finish her sentence, she

woman was tall, curvy,

in tonight's venue, marking her as the queen

closer to Robin, almost

scent wafted from her slightly parted, seductive

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. Those spoil brats understood all too well that Ralph came to the Marion Club solely

Ralph's expression darkened.

that he would definitely take Emmy

he witnessed this

going to show that guy what's what!" Andrew

the troubles at the alliance, his family business was looking to leverage the Preston Group to send their