The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 250 Flight Attendant

Robin boarded the international Brookhaven Airlines flight to Terenova, though due to a rush, he ended up with an economy seat since all first-class tickets were sold out. It did not matter to him-his only goal was reaching Terenova as quickly as possible.

Taking his seat in the middle of the left row, Robin glanced around instinctively, observing his surroundings.

Next to him in the window seat sat a young girl with a warm smile and a striking mixed-race beauty, her smile as charming and easygoing as the girl next door. Robin gave her a polite nod, closing his eyes to rest without a word.

Drogo from Phoenix Vanguard had recently put a billion-dollar bounty on his head, challenging Robin's reputation in the dark world like never before.

This was the first time since Divine Drakebane's rise that a faction had dared to confront him openly.

Three years ago, when the Dark Night Alliance tried to turn several Ugonland Phoenix Vanguard branches against him, they had not been so brazen. Back then, Phoenix Vanguard had been wiped out overnight.

Cassian, their former leader, had even offered a billion dollars to surrender, hoping to preserve the Vanguard name.

Mow, Drogo was making his move again.

Apparently, the last warning had not been enough.

Robin had only paused his activities for a year, and now the underworld was beginning to stir.

He was ready to make an example of those involved, one by one.

If they did not tremble in fear, they would think Divine Drakebane had suddenly turned soft.

Since the day he had started traversing the world with Old Fred, the old man had drilled into him a single rule for surviving in the dark world: only the ruthless survive. Showing mercy was asking for trouble.

From then on, Robin's single creed in facing his enemies was destruction; only by ensuring they could not come back could he keep the threats at bay.

He would not give his opponents any chance to survive.

This was the very foundation upon which Divine Drakebane had built its name in the shadows.

"Those who follow prosper, those who oppose perish."

To spare an enemy even a sliver of mercy was to be merciless to oneself.

From that moment, the name Divine Drakebane resonated throughout the underworld.

Reflecting on the 13 so-called top assassins who had come to Draconia to take his life, Robin could not help but smirk.

These so-called "elite" killers were laughably unprepared.

Even more absurd was Drogo, who, after a decade of training on the Zlul Island with support from the Dark Night Alliance, thought he could rival Divine Drakebane. How naïve.

Robin had just dozed off when a large man from Demberoa gave him a nudge.

In cold, clipped Draconian, the man grunted, "Get up. I'm taking your seat; the smell back there is unbearable."

Robin opened his eyes slowly, looking up at the towering figure.

The man, nearly two meters tall with the build of a wrestler, had a full beard and a fierce gaze.

Behind him stood three other men of similar size and presence, exuding an intimidating energy that made the surrounding Draconian passengers avert their gaze, too nervous to make eye contact. The burly man gave Robin another push, but his attention shifted to the young woman seated beside Robin, eyeing her intently.

Robin noticed the girl trembling beside him, clearly frightened.

He quickly picked up on the fact that these men were after her.

"Do you know them?" he asked, looking her way.

shook her head, voice

don't switch seats with them,"

targeted me at the airport.

Robin pushed the burly man's hand off

man's jaw clenched. "I told you to get up and switch

raised an eyebrow, yawning

seat.

seat changes aren't allowed on

"Get up-I'll handle it with the captain," he

us is too strong. We can't

coolly. "Even if the captain agrees, I

You're challenging me? You have no idea who

grip again. "I don't care who you are.

flashed across the faces of

looked on, tense and uneasy,

Demberoa were clearly not ones

carried themselves and

them made the nearby passengers visibly tense, but their disturbance quickly drew

approached with a warm but firm

please keep it down and respect the comfort of our other

resolve it, but let's try to be considerate

down before snapping, "The smell from that Draconia

unbearable! We're uncomfortas

sitting there.

this flight, and this stink ruins it. I'm

Draconia people are disgusting. Even your smell is

to

bristling with anger,

attendant offered

there's no

sorry," the flight

booked, as is economy-there are

nove

accommodate a switch.

has already declined your request to exchange seats, so I kindly ask for

by the passenger's scent behind you, we'll arrange suitable compensation

The burly man

sit here, and I'll even pay him

lacking in manners? Let me

looked troubled. "Gentlemen, I'm really sorry;

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could finish, one of the burly men cut her off sharply. "Is this the kind of poor

from the airline

t belongs to

you handle this

flight attendant glanced at the air marshal for help,

situation grew tense, with everyone unsure what

up slowly. "Are you done yet? If so, go back to

Draconian people again,

four men, the flight attendant, and the surrounding passengers in stunned

compared to the men's,

might get himself into

beside him anxiously tugged at his sleeves,

lead