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

no mercy to these thugs-let them have

team didn't hesitate, launching into

Mark's team, a group of seasoned fighters, trained

drew blood, every hit broke bones. Scott watched in shock as Mark and his men attacked so ruthlessly. Only now did he notice the

at Robin in the room and the fallen Lincoln on the floor, forcing himself to suppress the burning anger in his chest. Mark and his associates' fighting

years navigating the criminal underworld, he knew there

move, he knew

Robin and asked, "Mind telling me

Group, and they just barged in and beat me up!" Scott's

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Chapter 452 Turf Wars

cold, mocking smile. "Too scared to own up, aren't you?" He punctuated his words with a brutal stomp, shattering the bones in Lincoln's

filled the room as both of Lincoln's legs were

Stirring up trouble

and find out who Scott is in this

raised an eyebrow. "So, you're someone I should care about? You think I'm

You don't know what happens to people who mess with

"Oh, you want to play?

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

really?" Robin laughed, unfazed. "Well, go

through the doorway. He paled, quickly retreating behind the crowd and dialing Scott's phone. 'Scott, I'd advise you not