The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 910 Every Man in the World Lets Me Have My Way

The VIP hall at the Qacalisle International Convention Center was unusually still, broken only by the sharp, echoing sound of a slap.

The members of the summit meeting's organizing committee stood frozen in confusion, their attention snapped to Abner, the mercenary captain from Weronnia, as he continued his bizarre actions.

The room was filled with powerful leaders from various regions and elite mercenaries, the best of the best.

Each person present was capable of commanding an entire battalion on their own, which explained their prideful nature.

So, when a seasoned mercenary like Abner, under everyone's gaze, groveled and slapped himself across the face, it was nothing short of perplexing.

Abner's strange behavior quickly became the center of attention, drawing sharp looks from his Weronnia teammates, who looked furious and eager to intervene.

Yet, amidst the chaos, their diplomatic officer stayed unnervingly calm. He stepped forward, moving toward Jackson, who had just arrived, and addressed him coldly.

"Mr. Pryce..." he began, his voice firm.

He explained the incident involving Robin and their mercenary captain, demanding that Jackson immediately force Robin to apologize to Abner. "If you don't, we'll file a formal complaint and call for your team's expulsion from the event." Jackson shrugged nonchalantly, his expression unchanged. "Sorry, I can't do that. And as for your threat of expulsion, with your team's reputation, I seriously doubt you have the influence to make that happen."

There was a hint of satisfaction in Jackson's tone as he spoke, almost as if he was enjoying the moment.

"You'll regret this, Mr. Pryce!" the Weronnia diplomat snapped, his face flushed with anger.

Jackson, now fully confident, shot back without hesitation. "Regret? Save that for someone who cares."

At that moment, Jackson was done holding back. "No more Mr. Nice Guy," he muttered under his breath. "Next time you show us disrespect, I'll punch you in the face."

Two of Jackson's massive bodyguards, towering at nearly six and a half feet tall, stepped in front of him, creating a barrier between Jackson and the diplomat.

The diplomat stumbled back, clearly intimidated by their imposing presence. He pointed a shaky finger at Jackson. "Alright, alright... You're bullying me. I'll go speak to Captain Pierre!" Jackson was unfazed. His career was nearing its end anyway-what did it matter?

He had spent years being the polite, well-mannered "gentleman," only to be taken advantage of. But no more.

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to process the situation, gave Jackson an approving thumbs-up. "Mr. Pryce,

the first time in ages,

liberation, a thought crossed his mind-a quote from a legendary figure. "Life is

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figure of Jethro

the heir of Lord Quintana, a

courageous Draconian warriors had fought their way to the top, stepping over the corpses of their foes to claim

attaché struggled with the urge to swallow his pride, but with all eyes fixed on

unconsciously shifted to Pierre, the captain of the Sea Lion Force, standing

you see what's happening here? Please, as a respected figure in

soon as the Weronnia diplomatic attaché spoke,

attendees from every corner of

knew it wouldn't sit well if

some hesitation, Pierre finally called out to

Robin, unbothered, kept walking toward the conference hall, completely ignoring

immediate, his brows knitting in

right there!" A woman, dressed in revealing clothes, suddenly stepped into Robin's path, her gaze fierce and

hear Captain Pierre? Apologize now!" she demanded,

of him, a flicker of irritation crossing his face.

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