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?

bodyguard, he could only stand silently,

the scene

had seen his fair share of dirty tricks in his time, but

do about it? What was the point

him, but it was hardly worth sinking to their

to Jethro, whose eyes were cold and focused. After a brief pause, Jackson turned to Abner and his group. "Abner," he called out, his voice sharp, "What about your

"Mr. Pryce, I'm afraid I don't understand what

apologize by serving a drink for the insults

unfazed by his antics, continued to idly twirl the pen in

back their laughter at how smoothly the diplomatic

scene, but that only made this little act all the more

attaché and Abner's antics, shook his head, his face

no clue what they are

their word in front of someone

they think there would

Robin

cold as ice. "Are you sure you want to keep going with

never promised anything. So clearly, I have

to begin, so let's all calm down and

you don't intend to keep

first place," he replied smugly,

said, his tone final, "Don't

"I apologize, Mr. Ramsey, this is entirely

drop it.

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

a dull

attaché and Abner suddenly collapsed to the

fell into stunned

in disbelief at the strange

attaché and Abner

sort of

Several representatives rushed to

two military officers