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.

snapped out of his trance, he saw that

possible for Mr. Ramsey to arrange a casual meeting

"Mr. Higgins, Mr. Ramsey doesn't make plans ahead of time.

nodded reluctantly, muttering

doesn't need to

otherwise serene

and turned to

there,

Ramsey, I-I realize I was wrong. Could you find it in your heart to forgive my

her and coldly

a little more than

looking, his words drifting behind him as he and Luella got

the convoy began to move, Trix stood there, overwhelmed

seated in Felix's car, which was designed like a small conference

the driver's section, providing a spacious and

soundproof, without any blind spots, and had excellent lighting and ventilation to ensure

closed, Felix activated anti-surveillance

Mr. Ramsey, but I need to report something

understood Felix's

bullet could take him out from miles away at

reality-more wealth and power meant

the banquet on Qacalisle

originally meant for Pierre to be Luella's

it's obvious he's not ready yet and will need

he'll ever be up to

are arriving, and the banquet is proceeding as

the event, Darson has invited the Spartine

eyes widened in

invited

the Spartine

Island?

QUMS

Spartine Warrior Martial Tournament was Nestor. Is

he's on

a legendary group of martial artists.

held a tournament

warrior was the highest honor

unshakable determination,

skills far beyond that

South Panacea Ocean, they

several reclusive noble families from the South Panacea Ocean would