The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 696 The Martial Art Master, Malcolm

Chapter 696 The Martial Art Master, Malcolm

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The Lynch Residence was wrapped in a suffocating silence. Not a sound broke the stillness, only a light breeze and faint sunshine stirred, joined by the heavy, oppressive footsteps of Johannes. Thump! Thump! Thump!

Each step he took seemed to pound directly into the hearts of everyone i

present.

It was the type of silence that, somehow, felt louder than anything else.

The horror of facing death was undeniable, but there was something even more terrifying in the agonizing wait before it arrived.

This dark crawling fear could shatter a weaker heart in an instant.

Some of the more timid guests, unable to bear the tension, shut their eyes tight and covered their ears, trying to block out the relentless sound that seemed to toll like a death knell, digging into their chests like icy fingers.

Even though they weren't the ones Johannes intended to kill, every soul present felt the chill of impending doom creeping through the air, as if hell itself had opened its doors.

Viola sat down on a chair a servant had hurriedly brought over, her hand pressed to her chest as she fought to breathe. Her eyes were fixed on the lifeless body of her grandson, Jamie, sprawled on the floor before her. The pain in her heart was unbearable, stealing her breath in ragged gasps.

When her gaze shifted to her son, Kenneth, kneeling nearby with blood streaking his face, her fury threatened to consume her.

This was the Lynches, the pride she had guarded her whole life.

She had reigned as the matriarch of this esteemed family for decades, basking in the glory and respect. that came with being part of the most powerful family in Brighton's top five noble families. The world had looked upon her with awe, with envy.

Yet, here she was, at her birthday banquet, reduced to this nightmare. A mere nobody, Robin, had single-handedly thrown the Lynches into chaos, leaving it in shambles.

This was a disgrace to the entire Lynches.

Perhaps even worse, it was a disgrace to her, the true power behind the family throne.

Hatred filled Viola's heart as she waited, anticipating that final moment when Johannes, a martial a master, would put an end to Robin. She wanted to witness this insolent young man who dared challenge the Lynches' authority meet his brutal end right before her.

Vincent, who had been frozen in shock, suddenly snapped back to his senses, shivering as he darted forward to stand before Johannes. J-Johannes please, wait a moment, he stammered, his voice shaky. "I want to ask that kid, what happened to my mother? How did she die?" Johannes shoved him aside. "Out of my way!"

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heart racing as he felt the terrifying killing intent radiating from

sudden, unexpected

Vincent's blood run cold. Instinctively, he dropped down in front of him.

flying backward

his blurred vision, and when he looked again,

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was kneeling before Robin, his entire body trembling as he said with a

in the

guardian, a legendary martial art master from the World of Darkness, a man even Harold of the Westeria Residence held in reverence. And now, here he

was struck dumb by the

chair, sprawling on the floor in shock, muttering,

hand gripped her cane as she struck the floor with

was sharp enough to make Viola's

more disrespect to my master,

her

this martial art master from the World of Darkness was absolutely

was just in his early twenties. He was an unknown in the

Johannes, a man who had once stood as a towering figure in the World of Darkness, kneel before

searching for any clue to his true identity. Who was

kneeling, coupled with his warning to Viola, was enough to shatter the

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kneeling before Vera's boyfriend, of

Johannes lost his

Lynches are his master, aren't

angle, there was no reason for him

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more unbelievable was that Johannes had called Robin "Lord" and threatened Viola with the destruction of the Lynches if she dared show Robin any more

the room shifted their gaze to Robin, who had once

extraordinary presence; they could no longer

them had the slightest

Brighton's elite families had no one

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on Robin's figure! The play of light and shadow, carried by a gentle summer breeze, lifted the tousled, thick black hair that framed his chiseled face, highlighting the striking beauty