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

"Show no mercy to these

Mark and his team didn't hesitate, launching

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

men attacked so ruthlessly. Only now did he notice the intense aura of bloodlust radiating from them. Today, he'd run

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

criminal underworld, he knew there were some people he

a drastic move, he knew he had

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

in the middle of a business deal with Vera and Sarah from the Silva Group, and

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

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

too cocky, kid! Stirring up trouble on my turf- aren't you afraid you won't

don't you ask around and find out who Scott is in this

about? You think I'm scared

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

"Oh, you want

that wish." He sneered, "In this

Robin laughed, unfazed. "Well, go ahead,

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