The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 914 No Matter What You Do, I Won't Acknowledge You

Robin took one look at the eager expressions on Jethro and Jackson's faces and let out a knowing laugh.

"Alright," he said with a smirk. "For General Quintana and Mr. Pryce's sake, I'll lift the restrictions on Abner.

"But don't forget what you promised me," he warned, his voice darkening. "If you don't follow through, the consequences will fall on you.

"Now, go ahead and bring Abner here to apologize and offer me a drink as a sign of respect!"

With that, Robin walked over to his designated seat and sat down, his expression calm.

"Mr. Ramsey!" The diplomatic attaché from Weronnia rushed over to Robin, his voice urgent. "Mr. Ramsey, you haven't made Abner stand yet."

Robin lazily picked up the pen from the table, lazily pointing behind him without looking.

Abner had already risen and entered the meeting hall, walking toward his seat.

The diplomatic attaché's eyes glinted with a sly, knowing look.

He quickly followed Abner, ignoring Robin, Jethro, and Jackson as if nothing had happened.

Pierre, watching from the side, couldn't help but smile with amusement.

Other attendees exchanged glances, some with puzzled expressions, others with knowing looks.

It appeared that Robin, the powerful figure everyone feared, had just been outplayed by Weronnia's diplomatic attaché and Abner!

A wave of gloating swept through the room as people began to quietly relish Robin's moment of discomfort.

Even the organizing committee and service staff couldn't hide their glee, eagerly waiting to see how Robin, usually so full of bravado, would handle this situation.

The atmosphere in the room became unnervingly tense, as if everyone was holding their breath in anticipation.

Zayden clenched his fists in anger.

How shameless! How could someone be so dishonorable, so deceitful?

he could only stand silently, biting back his

watched the scene

had seen his fair share of dirty tricks in his time, but this was a new

it? What was the point

him, but it was hardly worth sinking

eyes were cold and focused. After a brief pause, Jackson turned to Abner and his group. "Abner," he called out,

flashed a smile. "Mr. Pryce, I'm afraid I don't understand

were the one who asked Mr. Ramsey to lift the restrictions on Abner, and in return, he had to apologize by serving a drink for the insults he made earlier. Where's your promise?" The diplomatic attaché, with a look of mock

unfazed by his antics, continued to idly twirl the

hold back their laughter at how smoothly the

make a scene, but that only made

the diplomatic attaché and Abner's antics, shook his head,

no clue what

break their word in front of someone like Robin is

thinking? Do they

like Robin is practically a death

scoffed, his voice cold as ice. "Are you sure you

attaché shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, General Quintana, I never promised anything. So clearly,

begin, so let's all calm down

hardened. "You're sure you don't intend to

never said it in the first place," he replied smugly, exchanging a mocking glance with other regional

said, his tone final, "Don't

turned to Robin. "I apologize, Mr. Ramsey,

waved his hand dismissively. "Just drop it. The meeting is about to

pen onto the table, and it broke with a sharp crack as it

the same time, a dull thud echoed

Abner suddenly collapsed

fell

stared in disbelief at the strange

attaché and Abner doing? Why are they

this some sort of

Several representatives rushed to

despite the combined strength of two military officers and