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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the terrifying killing intent

a sudden, unexpected

he dropped down in front of him.

thunderclap, sending Vincent flying backward five or six meters. Jeaving him

blinked, trying to clear his blurred vision, and when he

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entire body trembling

in the room

Darkness, a man even Harold of the Westeria Residence held in reverence. And now, here he was,

too, was struck

in shock, muttering, "This is madness! Absolute

help of two maids, Viola shakily rose to her feet. Her hand gripped her cane as she struck the floor with it, her

Johannes's roar was sharp enough to

you dare show any more disrespect to my master, I will

her mouth

master from the World

in his early twenties. He was an unknown in the

who had once stood as a towering figure in the World

searching for any clue to his true identity. Who

was

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now kneeling before Vera's boyfriend,

lost

his master,

any angle, there was no reason for him to lower himself to Robin

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"Lord" and threatened Viola with the destruction of the Lynches

moment, every guest in the room shifted their gaze to Robin, who had once been an invisible presence

face, his extraordinary presence; they could no longer

had the slightest idea of who he

families had no one like

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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 and strength in