The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 922 The Spartine Warrior

Kolton breathed a sigh of relief at Pierre's action.

Until now, he had genuinely feared that Pierre might make the same mistake as Abner, acting impulsively and sealing his own fate without realizing it. He bowed deeply to Robin.

"Mr. Ramsey, Pierre has kept his word, but he has still offended you. Please, forgive him."

Robin glanced at the dejected Pierre. "I'll remember this. We'll discuss it later."

"We're leaving now," Luella said, linking her arm with Robin's as they headed toward the waiting cars.

Under the brilliant sunlight, Robin's tall figure seemed to fade into the horizon, becoming something almost mythical.

The crowd stood frozen, eyes wide, witnessing the unfolding scene.

The world is full of wonders, yet I've never truly grasped it.

How could there be such vast differences among people, all of them human?

It all comes down to perspective.

The nobility and pettiness are visible in even the smallest actions.

A gentleman does not make a noise, and the truly great do not argue.

They are unmoved by power, unafraid of the weak, indifferent to wealth, and unconcerned with fame.

What we are witnessing is a real-life example of wisdom, courage, and compassion.

It was said that beautiful women admire talent, refined ladies adore gentlemen, and the most beautiful love heroes.

At this very moment, Luella, glowing with unmatched beauty, clung to Robin's arm. Her gaze, fixed ahead, occasionally stole a glance at his strong, handsome face.

Her emotions swirled-joy, anxiety, shyness, and a deep, unspoken affection-all mixed together.

It was a scene so captivating, so perfect, that those around them couldn't help but feel envious to the point of tears.

Felix slowed his pace to stay behind Robin and Luella.

His previously humble demeanor was a stark contrast to the leader of the first noble family.

He now resembled a devoted servant or a butler, trailing quietly behind them.

Cyril stood still for a long time, momentarily forgetting he had planned to introduce himself to Felix.

trance, he saw that Robin's guards had already

for Mr. Ramsey

plans ahead of time. If it's meant to happen, it will.

reluctantly, muttering

course, someone like Mr. Ramsey doesn't need to bother with connections

... "A soft voice called out, breaking the otherwise serene silence. It came from the far

stopped and

there,

Could you find it

her and coldly walked

a little more than I should have did you have

knowing your place," Robin called back without looking, his words drifting behind him as he and Luella got into

to move, Trix stood there, overwhelmed with

was seated in Felix's car, which

seats were separated from the driver's section, providing a spacious and private

the car was soundproof, without any blind spots, and had excellent lighting

door closed, Felix

"Sorry, Mr. Ramsey, but I need to report something

fully understood Felix's need

him out from miles away at any

wealth and power meant less personal

the banquet on Qacalisle

for Pierre to be

ready yet and will need significant

or not he'll ever be up to the task, only

arriving, and the banquet

the event, Darson has invited the Spartine Warrior to perform on

widened

invited the

from the

Island? That's

QUMS

the top warrior from last year's Spartine Warrior Martial Tournament was Nestor.

"Yes, he's on the list

South Panacea Ocean, was a legendary group of martial artists. They were similar to the martial

the Pacific Heroes League held a tournament to choose the

warrior was the highest honor in

unparalleled bravery, unshakable determination,

far beyond

and the South Panacea

families from the South Panacea Ocean would