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, biting back

watched the

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

it? What was the point of reacting

was hardly

no sign of reacting, to Jethro, whose eyes were cold and focused. After a brief pause, Jackson turned

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

boiled over. "You 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 innocence, shrugged. "I don't recall saying anything of the sort," he

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

hold back their laughter at how smoothly

wouldn't make a scene, but that only made this little act all the more humiliating for

Abner's antics,

no clue what they

of someone like

thinking? Do they think there would

with someone like Robin is practically a death

"Are you

nonchalantly. "Well, General Quintana, I never promised

let's all calm

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

it in the first place," he replied smugly,

his tone final, "Don't forget what Mr. Ramsey warned you

Robin. "I apologize, Mr. Ramsey, this is

hand dismissively. "Just drop it.

broke with a sharp crack

a dull thud echoed from Weronnia's

attaché and Abner suddenly collapsed to

room fell

in disbelief

Abner doing? Why are they

of

Several representatives rushed to

despite the combined strength of two military officers and