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.

and Ernest looked

mercy to these thugs-let them

didn't hesitate,

a group of seasoned fighters, trained to kill. In under two minutes, every single guard

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

floor, forcing himself to suppress the burning anger in his chest. Mark and his associates' fighting skills made

all, having spent years navigating the criminal underworld, he knew there were some people

he knew he had

turned to Robin and asked, "Mind telling me what

could reply, Lincoln cried out, "Scott, I was just in the middle of a business deal with Vera and Sarah from the Silva Group, and they just barged in and beat

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own up, aren't you?" He punctuated his words with a brutal stomp, shattering the bones in

sheer agony filled the room as both of Lincoln's legs were reduced to shattered fragments

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

ask around and find out who Scott

I should care about? You think

don't know what happens to people who mess with

"Oh, you want to

grant that wish." He sneered, "In this

really?" Robin laughed, unfazed. "Well,

the crowd and dialing Scott's phone. 'Scott, I'd advise you not to touch