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?

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

stunned, watched the scene unfold in

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

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

but it was hardly worth

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 you

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

by his antics, continued to idly

back their laughter at how smoothly the diplomatic attaché had managed to

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

and Abner's antics, shook his head, his face twisted in

fools have no clue what they are

break their word in front of someone like Robin is sheer

are they thinking? Do they think there would be no

Robin is

you sure you want

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

to begin, so let's all calm

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

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

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

"I apologize, Mr. Ramsey, this

dismissively. "Just drop

table, and it broke with a sharp

time, a dull thud echoed from

attaché and Abner suddenly

room fell

in disbelief at

diplomatic attaché and Abner doing? Why

of bizarre tradition

Several representatives rushed to

of two military officers and threeassistants,