The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 779 A Lowly Thug

Don't come any closest

Jor's eyes were wide with terror as he stared at Rodarily indifferent face. A chatting some of impending doom clawed at him, freezing him in pla

Without hesitation, Robin struck for with a vicious slap Joe's once-handsome face was instantly a bloodtions mess, mangled beyond recognition Everyone in the room froze, their gazes locked on Koll

Robin's audacity was unparalleled. With that one blow, he had made an undeniable statement, positioning Joe as his adversary,

Janelle, who had been quietly watching from the sidelines, could no longer stay silent. Accompanied by two bodyguards, she stormed toward Robin. "You're out of control!" she snapped,

"Oh? Am I?" Robin responded with a cold smirk. "It seems your worldview is far too limited."

Janelle's lips trembled with anger. Her voice cut through the air like ice. "From the moment you walked in. you've done nothing but slaughter and act like a tyrant

"I've held back, but you've crossed the line again and again. Do you even comprehend the consequences of slapping Joe across the face?"

She pointed an accusing finger. "Lara made one small mistake, and you unleashed carnage. You're completely out of line! In the world of the elite, who behaves like this? Who dares to break the rules like you?

"Even Mr. Sharpe said Willow is dead and offered you immense compensation, yet you rejected it. Aren't you taking things too far?"

Robin snorted disdainfully. "A small mistake? Do you call draining the blood of a five-year-old child until they die a small mistake? Looks like you need a lesson, too."

Turning his gaze to his subordinate, he ordered coldly, "Ferell, slap her."

Slap!

In a flash, Ferell appeared in front of Janelle and delivered a resounding slap to her face.

The room erupted in shock.

Janelle-Jayden's niece-had been hit. And by Robin, no less.

stunned. Blood trickled from her cheek as she sat in a daze, her

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born, she had been doted upon and protected. As Jayden's niece, no one had ever dared to touch her, let alone slap her. Even her parents hadn't had the heart to lay a finger on her. But now, Robin had ordered his man

her chest. If she couldn't reclaim her dignity, she would never

Mitchell Sontag, burst into the hall with 40 of the Sontags'

as his eyes took in the bloody and chaotic scene. He rushed to

Who dared to

"That bastard! Mitchell, he hit me! Order

with rage. "I don't care if this turns into the biggest scandal in history-Lord Pittman

killed three people and dared to lay a hand on me. He must

our family has ever endured. If we don't kill him, the Sontags will

glances. They all knew the formidable background of the Sontags second-generation

to an

himself in Brighton's legitimate industries, he solidified

his typically low-key demeanor, no one dared to underestimate Mitchell Sontag of the

feet, pulling a wet wipe from his pocket to clean the blood from her face. Even in this situation, the head of such a prominent family maintained a sense of dignity and composure... After smoothing Janelle's disheveled hair and ensuring her face was clean, Mitchell patted her shoulder gently and offered a word of reassurance. "Rest

Robin. "You've caused chaos at the Sharpes' event, even assaulting my wife and son.

retrieved his wet wipe and calmly cleaned his hands. His voice was indifferent. "I don't explain myself. If the Sontags insist on meddling, I won't hesitate to take you down alongside the Sharpes." The gathered elites exchanged uneasy glances and shook their heads. Robin's words were outrageous. While his military connections might give him the strength to challenge the Sharpes, taking

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