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?

as a bodyguard, he could only stand silently, biting back his

watched the scene unfold

seen his fair share of dirty tricks in his time,

could he do about it? What was the point of reacting

but it was hardly worth sinking to

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

attaché, feigning confusion, flashed a smile. "Mr. Pryce, I'm afraid I don't understand what

had to apologize by serving a drink for the insults he

his antics, continued to idly

regions couldn't hold back their laughter at how smoothly the diplomatic

clear that Robin wouldn't make a scene, but that only made this

attaché and Abner's antics, shook

fools have no clue what

in front of someone like Robin is sheer

thinking? Do they think

with someone like Robin is practically

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

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

is about to begin, so let's all

glare hardened. "You're sure you

he replied smugly, exchanging a mocking glance with other

"Don't forget what Mr.

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

"Just drop it. The meeting is

and it broke with a sharp

time, a dull thud echoed from

Abner suddenly collapsed

fell into stunned

stared in disbelief at

are Weronnia's diplomatic attaché and Abner doing?

this some sort of bizarre tradition

Several representatives rushed to

the combined strength of two military officers and