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

coldly, "Show no mercy to these thugs-let

didn't hesitate, launching into a

Mark's team, a group of seasoned fighters, trained to kill. In under

broke bones. Scott watched in shock as Mark and his men attacked so ruthlessly. Only now did he notice the intense aura of bloodlust

himself to suppress the burning anger in his chest. Mark and

criminal underworld, he knew there were some people he simply

knew he had

Robin and asked, "Mind telling me what exactly

was just in the middle 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

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a cold, mocking smile. "Too scared to own up, aren't you?"

sheer agony filled the room as both of Lincoln's legs

anger as he snarled, "You're way too cocky, kid! Stirring up

ask around and find out who Scott is in

you're someone I should care about? You think I'm scared of whatever dirty tricks

to people who mess

shrugged. "Oh, you want

die, I'll grant that wish." He sneered,

Robin laughed, unfazed. "Well, go ahead,

and dialing Scott's phone. 'Scott, I'd advise you not to touch the guy inside." Scott scoffed. "What do