The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 452 Turf Wars

Chapter 452 Turf Wars

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Lincoln was boiling with rage, desperate to kill Robin. He dialed his brother, Scott, immediately.

At that moment, Scott was up in the top-floor luxury suite of a hotel, sharing drinks and swapping stories with Desmond Osborne, head of the Osbornes from Brookhaven.

His face went dark as soon as Scott took Lincoln's call. "Mr. Osborne, I need to head down to the fourth floor to care for something. You go on without me."

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Desmond asked casually, "What's going on, Scott? Something wrong?"

Scott replied in a low voice, "Some guy named Robin from Harmonfield just attacked my brother at my hotel! D*mn it, he's asking for death!" With that, he stormed off, leading a group of bodyguards down to the fourth floor.

It took Desmond a moment to process. Robin from Harmonfield? No way-that guy's a walking curse! And he just beat up Lincoln, that old lecher?

He thought about stopping Scott, but the man was already out the door.

Scott arrived outside Room 403, spotting Mark and a few others standing guard. He barked, "Who the hell are you, causing trouble in my hotel? Beat them up!"

With a shout, his dozen or so bodyguards charged forward.

looked over at

mercy to these thugs-let them

Mark and his team didn't hesitate, launching into a

were no match for Mark's team, a group of seasoned fighters, trained to kill. In under two minutes, every single guard was on

as Mark and his men attacked so ruthlessly. Only now did he

and the fallen Lincoln on the floor, forcing himself to suppress the

years navigating the criminal underworld, he knew there were some people he simply couldn't afford to

a drastic move, he knew

to Robin and asked, "Mind telling me what exactly my brother

of a business deal with Vera and Sarah from the Silva Group, and they just barged in and beat me up!" Scott's face darkened. "Look, that's crossing a line. You can't just go around hitting people for no

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Chapter 452 Turf Wars

up, aren't you?" He punctuated his

of Lincoln's legs

face twisted with anger as he snarled, "You're way too cocky, kid! Stirring up trouble on my turf- aren't you

you ask around and find out

"So, you're someone I should care about? You think I'm

be. You don't know what happens to people who mess with me on my

you want to play?

Robin up coldly. "Kid, if you're begging to die, I'll grant that wish."

unfazed. "Well, go

arrived, catching sight of Robin through the doorway. He paled, quickly retreating behind the crowd and dialing Scott's phone. 'Scott, I'd advise you not to