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. Please don't switch seats with

at

hand off his shoulder and closed

you to get up and switch

raised an eyebrow,

my seat.

seat changes aren't

handle it

Draconia woman behind us is too strong. We can't stand

Robin replied coolly. "Even if

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

the man's grip again. "I

flashed across the faces of the

surrounding passengers looked on, tense and uneasy, knowing this

were clearly

way they carried themselves and their tone

made the nearby passengers visibly tense, but their

with a

and respect the

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

before

unbearable! We're uncomfortas

sitting there.

this flight, and this stink ruins it.

are disgusting.

like to

remarks about Draconians had the surrounding passengers bristling

attendant offered a calm

no need to

very sorry," the flight

"First-class is fully booked, as is economy-there are no

nove

accommodate a switch.

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

you, we'll arrange

The burly man pointed directly

I'll

this lacking in manners? Let me

"Gentlemen, I'm really

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men cut her off sharply. "Is

from the airline

t belongs to

demand you handle this

at the air marshal for help, but

situation grew tense, with everyone unsure what

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

again, you'll

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

slim compared to the men's,

get himself into huge

anxiously

The lead man reached out to shove