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

don't. Please don't switch

targeted me at the airport.

hand off his shoulder and closed his

"I told you to get up and switch with me.

an eyebrow,

my seat. Why should

seat changes aren't allowed on

closer. "Get up-I'll handle it

us is too strong. We can't stand

Robin replied coolly. "Even if the

patience snapped. "What? You're challenging me? You have no idea who we are

off the man's grip again. "I don't care

the faces of the

surrounding passengers looked on, tense and uneasy, knowing this

men from Demberoa were clearly not

themselves and their tone suggested they were

nearby passengers visibly tense, but their disturbance quickly

attendant approached with a warm but firm

please keep it down and respect the

we're here to resolve it, but let's try

eyed her up and down before snapping, "The smell from that Draconia

unbearable! We're uncomfortas

sitting there.

good money for this flight, and

are disgusting. Even your smell is

like to switch

had the surrounding passengers bristling with anger, though

offered

no

sorry," the flight

fully booked, as is economy-there are no extra seats

nove

accommodate a switch.

has already declined your request to exchange

behind you, we'll arrange suitable

burly man pointed directly at

and I'll even pay him

"Are all Demberoans this lacking in manners? Let me make it

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

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burly men cut her off sharply. "Is this

the

t belongs to

demand you handle this

the air marshal for help, but he showed no sign of stepping

with everyone unsure what would

"Are you done yet? If so,

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

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

was slim compared to

get himself into

girl beside him anxiously tugged at

The lead man reached out to shove