The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

hapter 747 I'll Go Up There and Destroy Her

Chapter 747 I'll Go Up There and Destroy Her +5 Free Coins

Two marching bands, each made up of 20 musicians, prered the auditorium, playing stirring, triumphant music as they made their way to the stage. They lined d on either side of Brenda, standing proudly at her left and right

The band conductor gestured for Brenda to stand in the middle, pointing to the sashes across their chests, which read, "Brenda's Fan Group."

Brenda was completely bewildered.

She looked toward the entrances, where more people were streaming in, each holding up an emerald-green sign reading. "Go, Brenda!"

In the crowd, she spotted familiar faces-Vera, Catherine, Kimberly, Wendy... practically the entire third-generation elite from Brighton's seven major families and all the top social circles!

They'd come here to support her? To be her fan group?

This was obviously all thanks to Robin.

In that moment, tears welled up in Brenda's eyes.

Robin, Marrisa and I only gave you a place to stay for two years, back when we were barely scraping by.

And yet, you've given us both a life of unimaginable brilliance and luxury.

She wiped the joyful tears from her face and gave Robin, Marrisa, and the others a radiant smile.

Then she lifted her head high, squared her shoulders, and cast a proud look at Rhea.

"As long as Robin is with me, my fan group will always be the best in the world!"

Rhea shot her a venomous glare, thinking to herself, Outside this hall, I still have thousands of fans cheering for me. When we get to the third round with the online votes, there's no way these spoiled rich kids from Brighton will keep supporting you! The powerful, majestic music filled the entire hall with energy and excitement.

Thousands of eyes stared in awe at the unbelievable scene unfolding before them, unsure of what they were witnessing.

It wasn't until they saw the words embroidered on the marching band's banners and the crowd of stylish, attractive young people entering from every entrance that they realized-this was Brenda's fan group! The display was absolutely dazzling.

highly trained marching bands

performance and ceremonial display were of the highest caliber,

ceremonial attire, with "Brenda Wins!" and

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arms, they displayed armbands boldly labeled with "Westeria Residence

every door were also

men wore suits in black, white, and yellow, while the women

at the front held up signs made from jadi, glowing with messages like "Go, Brenda!" and "Queen of the

carried exotic flowers-rare blooms flown in from

auditorium was instantly filled with the fragrance

of

into a

the luxurious display of Brenda's fan group, Rhea grabbed the host's microphone and shouted, "They're here to cause trouble! Host, committee-these people should be thrown out!" "D*mn it! Last time she harassed Mrs. Lorelai in the cafeteria, I couldn't stand her. I'll go up there and destroy her right now!" Catherine said, bristling with anger and ready to storm the stage, but Wendy and Kimberly quickly

Catherine, since we're all here, let's make sure this trash is beaten by Brenda fair and

fan support? That lowlife? Let's humiliate her first, and if she still doesn't back off, we can deal with

darkened. "Fine, I'll let her go for now. But next time, I'll make sure

Professor Melinda Pauley

the competition rules, fan groups are supposed to enter the hall ahead of

concert regulations states that fan groups cannot enter mid- event?" interrupted Russell Watson, the Vice Chancellor of Brighton University, who had just arrived and now stood beside the judges' table. Following him were the Director of the Student Affairs, the Director

words. "Welcome, school

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Bouley, while the camgnis concert may not be a high-level

cannot maintain their impartiality and instead allow themselves to be influenced

the history of our campus concert competitions

the number of participants remains within the allowable limits, fan

time.

of this event. We will not interfere with your evaluations. Please,

briskly walked toward the group of third-generation elites from the

McKay, Mr. Quintana, Mr. Elliott..." Russell greeted Zayn, Catherine, and