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.

her head, voice

I don't. Please don't switch seats with them,"

at the airport. I'm

the burly man's hand off his shoulder and

clenched. "I told you to get up and switch with me. Didn't you

an

my seat.

aren't allowed on

leaned closer. "Get up-I'll handle it with the captain,"

woman behind us is too strong. We

not moving," Robin replied coolly. "Even if the captain

"What? You're challenging me? You have no idea who we

the man's grip

faces of the

tense and uneasy, knowing

from Demberoa were clearly

themselves and their tone

of upsetting them made the nearby passengers visibly tense,

attendant approached with a warm but firm

please keep it down and respect the comfort

here to resolve it, but let's try to

before snapping, "The smell from that Draconia

unbearable! We're uncomfortas

sitting there.

flight, and

people are disgusting.

to switch

remarks about Draconians had the surrounding passengers bristling with anger,

attendant offered a calm

there's no need to

very sorry," the

as is economy-there are

nove

accommodate a switch.

to exchange seats, so I kindly ask for your

bothered by the passenger's scent behind you,

man pointed directly at

I'll even pay him

in manners? Let

I'm really sorry; please return to your

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one of the burly men cut her off sharply. "Is this the kind of poor service we

the airline

t belongs to

demand you handle this

at the air marshal for

grew tense, with everyone

"Are you done yet? If so, go back to your

insult Draconian people again, you'll regret it. Now,

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

compared to the men's, and everyone could

himself

beside him anxiously tugged at his

say?" The lead man reached out to shove