The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

A loud uproar erupted in the carriage.

Bonnie, still dazed from the slap Robin had delivered, was in shock. Marge and Joanna couldn't believe Robin had acted so boldly.

Marge apologetically pulled him back and said. "I'm sorry about this."

Robin gave them a calm smile. "You two rest. I'll handle it."

Marissa, knowing what was coming, shook her head helplessly at the couple. She whispered, "Robin, let go. A small lesson is enough. Don't take it too far."

Though Marissa spoke softly, everyone around could hear her.

The other passengers, used to such behavior from arrogant and troublesome parents, knew better than to get involved. Confronting such people was worse than facing the most unpleasant situations.

The authorities usually took a passive approach in those cases, choosing not to punish unless necessary. Instead, they aimed for social harmony, which only encouraged more audacity from those rascals. It was hard to say if staying silent was the only way to survive in this society, as ignoring them allowed those rascals to multiply.

Most people simply kept their distance from troublemakers, not wanting to get caught up in their mess.

They consoled themselves with the saying, "I can't change the world, so I'll change myself."

So, they allowed kindness to suffocate while scoundrels flourished. Provoking such people meant inviting

disaster.

If a mad dog bit you, would you bite it back? If you stepped in cow dung, would you step in it again out of revenge? That would only make you dirtier because those rascals were like dung! Many wondered if scholars ever studied this. How many generations of immorality did it take for such people to come into existence?

Those behaviors were passed down, making scoundrels like cockroaches that multiplied with each generation, thinking their actions were something to be proud of.

They would wear a badge that said, "I'm a scoundrel, and I'm proud of it! What can you do to me?"

So, when Robin stood up and Marissa spoke, the onlookers' eyes lit up with hope. They couldn't act themselves, but they longed for a hero.

Robin patted Marissa's shoulder. Tve got it. You help Mrs. Leif sit down. She needs a moment to rest."

and her husband, Horace, stood up

strong, and wore glasses, giving off a smug, refined air. He looked like a

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stood, an umpleasant aura filled the space, making everyone around instinctively step back. It was as if scoundrels had their presence when pushed too far. Horace pointed at Robin angrily. "What

at Danny "Give me back

glared at Robin. "I like this pendant. It's mine! 1th not giving it

truly

Horace. "Are

to scold you?" Horace pointed at his child. "He's just a kid,

"There's a price for insulting me! If you don't want things to get worse,

Robin in shock. "You... you hit me? It's too violent! I'll call the police!" "Give me back the pendant!" Robin's voice was

frozen, dizzy from the turn of events. They had always bullied others. No one had ever dared to

Then, he abruptly threw the

three pieces. The onlookers gasped

rushed to the shattered pieces, and dropped to her knees, tears streaming as she murmured, "Ma'am, I deserve to

stomped on Marge's hand as she held the broken pieces. In a flash, Robin grabbed Danny's neck and lifted him off the ground. "How can you be so wicked? You don't deserve to live!" Danny burst into

and Bonnie panicked, shouting. "Murder! Someone's trying to kill our

the pleading in her eyes, Robin softened, nodded, and tossed Danny into his

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crying "Guys, look!

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stop, you all get off! You

silent at the sheer hostility

you're too cruel! Fine, we'll settle