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

the

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

it? What was the point of reacting to such a petty

him, but it was hardly worth sinking to their

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

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

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

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

their laughter at

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

and Abner's antics, shook

clue what they

of someone like Robin

they thinking? Do they think there would be no

with someone like Robin is practically

you sure you want to

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

so let's all calm

"You're sure you

in the first place," he replied smugly, exchanging a mocking glance

"Don't forget what Mr. Ramsey

apologize, Mr.

dismissively. "Just drop it. The meeting

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

a dull thud

attaché and Abner suddenly collapsed to the floor,

room fell

disbelief

and Abner doing? Why are they on the

some sort of bizarre tradition at

Several representatives rushed to

combined strength of two military officers and threeassistants, they