The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 660 Talk, Or Die

Chapter 660 Talk, Or Die

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The man looked at Robin, his eyes wide, his mouth frozen in fear. He couldn't speak. Not a word came

out.

Robin clicked off the safety on his gun, pressing it to the man's head. "Tell me what I want to know. Or you'll die here."

The man's breath hitched. "General Ramsey, 1... I was sent by General Grayson."

was obvious the man recognized Robin.

He knew exactly who he was,

Robin didn't have time for games.

If you didn't answer, he didn't hesitate. He would shoot.

"What does Grayson want from me?" Robin's voice was calm, like he was discussing the weather. He flipped the safety back on the gun.. "General Grayson... he wants me to look into Marge and Joanna," the man stammered, his eyes darting nervously.

Robin slapped him, light but firm. "Stay away from them. Tell Grayson that if he comes near them again. I won't ask questions. I'll just kill you."

The man nodded quickly, "Yes, General Ramsey," and scrambled to his feet. Without another word, he snatched the gun and ran out of the campus. Robin glanced up at the fourth-floor window.

He jumped up the stairs, quickly closed the window, and turned away.

As he walked through the campus, the cherry blossoms that once bloomed so beautifully now lay scattered on the ground, withering away.

The flowers, so full of life one day, were already fading.

Their bright, brief existence was like a shooting star-here, then gone.

All it took was one storm, one gust of wind, and the blossoms were go

gone.

The earth was left clean, as it had never been

Robin looked up at the tree, its bare branches barely holding onto a few petals. He shook his head.

He walked past the fallen petals, their scent still lingering in the air, and entered the cafeteria. Inside, he saw Marge, small and busy, wiping down the tables. She worked hard, moving quickly with purposes

A Team of sunlight came through the window, shining on her face. Robin saw the joy in her expression. She had changed. The woman who on seemed so burdened, so worn, was now at peace.

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longer needed to worry about

Marge had a job.

every day, watch her

wasn't much, but

happiest time of

a mother, there was nothing greater than knowing your child was

in her every movement. It

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voice caught Robin's attention. She blinked in surprise when she saw him. "What brings

"Joanna talks about you

still owes

that she has her scholarship, she wants to

"We'll get that chance

you eaten yet, Mr.

his head.

she said. "The cafeteria still has some leftover

didn't turn

moved to the

back holding a hot bowl of millet porridge,

the cook to fry two eggs for

stared at the steaming food. The tension

It felt good

Like home.

had been missing for far too

you like? I thought someone of your standing would prefer Western food." Robin shook his head, smiling softly. "I love this kind of

onral,

stared at him for a

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tasting the porridge, savoring the vegetables.

easily one of the

away, her eyes focused

was trying to read him, her gaze sharp,

was something so familiar in

the

heir

wanted to believe

thoughts crowded her mind, too many things she couldn't

son, then the world that was lying in wait for him had nothing but a

was great, Marge. Thanks! I'm heading

Marge watched him for a moment, unsure, until Robin turned and left

up with

shrugged. "Came to see