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

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

targeted me at the

burly man's hand off

get up and switch with me. Didn't you

raised an

is my seat.

seat changes aren't allowed

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

behind us is

"Even if the captain agrees,

man's patience snapped. "What? You're challenging me? You have

grip again. "I don't care who you

the faces

surrounding passengers looked on, tense and uneasy, knowing this could go

were

they carried themselves and

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

flight attendant approached with a warm but

please keep it down and respect the

there's an issue, we're here to resolve it, but let's try to be considerate of one

before snapping, "The smell from that Draconia

unbearable! We're uncomfortas

sitting there.

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

people are disgusting. Even your smell is

like to switch

bristling with anger, though no one dared

attendant offered

gentlemen, there's no need

sorry,"

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

nove

accommodate a switch.

exchange seats, so I kindly

you, we'll arrange suitable

man pointed directly at

here, and I'll even

"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 kind of poor

from the airline in

t belongs to

you handle this

marshal for help, but he

situation grew tense, with everyone unsure what would

yet? If so, go back

if you insult Draconian people again, you'll regret

words left the four men, the flight attendant, and the surrounding passengers in

slim compared to the men's, and everyone

might get himself into huge

girl beside him anxiously tugged at his

you say?" The lead man reached