The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 915 Just Messing with This Idi*t

At the Scentialand Foreign Affairs Liaison Office, the diplomatic attaché quickly stepped in to manage the situation, coordinating with the staff from the organizing committee.

The liaison officer from Scentialand, visibly irritated, snapped, "Let me make one thing clear! Mona, the captain of the Poison Poppy Special Forces, doesn't have shoes because-"

"Enough! No need for explanations," the organizing committee staff cut them off, refusing to engage in further discussion.

"What happened outside the conference hall is not our concern. We won't interfere.

"All you need to do now is either leave or tidy up and enter with your invitation. You have ten minutes. Stop wasting time."

The Scentialand representatives knew they had no real bargaining power with the committee, especially with the Thalrex Order involved in the military competition.

If they didn't get Mona sorted out quickly, they'd be barred from entering.

They hastily sent someone to buy her a pair of shoes at a nearby mall, tidied her up, and only then were they allowed to enter and take their seats.

Once inside, Mona's attitude softened. Her earlier attempts to show off had blown up in her face. She had hoped Pierre would come to her rescue, but he faltered at the most critical moment. She stole a glance at Robin, her mind racing.

This was the first time she had miscalculated in front of a man!

The room was unusually silent.

Apart from the Weronnia diplomatic attaché grumbling to the organizing committee, no one else dared speak up.

The committee had intended to mediate, but after witnessing what Robin did, no one dared stir things up.

After all, Robin had powerful backing.

Behind him stood a true force, a lion who was usually calm, but once his boundaries were crossed, his fury could shake the heavens, instilling fear in all.

Jethro, as team leader, had already made it clear to the committee: This matter was not up for negotiation.

Such a strong stance was rare, and the committee staff, already nervous, dared not show any sign of disrespect.

Ten minutes later, Cyril Higgins, the Special Envoy from the Thalrex Order, entered the hall with two assistants.

The room was still silent, and Weronnia was still ranting.

Cyril raised an eyebrow. "What's going on here?"

slammed the table, shouting, "Mr.

Cyril's expression darkened.

had worked with the International Military Skills Competition. But this was his first time attending as the highest-ranking Special

at the Weronnia attaché. "Stand up and speak. No need for any

laughter erupted from the

glanced around. "What's so funny? Do my words amuse

silent as all

Higgins, we ... we were

you?" Cyril

here is equality for all regions

of inequality doesn't exist here. Unless, of course, you wanted to grovel," Cyril responded sharply. Suddenly, Mona from Scentialand laughed loudly, her

eyes widened. This woman is dangerously

Abner bellowed, "What's so

laugh echoed through the hall. "I'm just laughing at people who tried to bully others and ended up failing. It's hilarious. Hahaha..."

woman

to keep his composure. Her charm

freak, you're no better!" Abner raged, barely holding himself back from

your lousy shoes that got

"Abner's face turned red with fury. "You're just

back, unable

leapt to her feet and crossed the

rang out as her hand

was only then that Abner realized the

both ruthless and cunning? Everyone knew she had ties to some of

yourself dead before you

stunned, but none of them dared

this woman's dangerous

chose to stay neutral and

Cyril snapped, his

assistants quickly stepped forward, blocking Mona's path.

over her shoulder and flashed a seductive grin. "Mr. Higgins, hello.

sent a thrill

felt as if he'd been struck by lightning under her gaze, a chill running down his

not the time for such distractions. But

"Did you

head.