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

for Mr. Ramsey to arrange a casual meeting sometime? A simple

Mr. Ramsey doesn't make plans ahead of time. If it's meant to happen, it will. No need to

nodded reluctantly, muttering

Mr. Ramsey doesn't need to bother with

breaking the otherwise serene silence. It came from the far edge of

stopped and turned to

there,

Could you find it

and coldly

a little more than I should have did you have

back without looking, his words drifting behind him as he and Luella got into

the convoy began to move, Trix stood there, overwhelmed with

seated in Felix's car, which was designed

back seats were separated from the driver's section,

blind spots, and had excellent

the door closed, Felix activated anti-surveillance and anti-eavesdropping

Ramsey, but I need

understood Felix's need for

his level, a bullet could take him out from

was the harsh reality-more wealth and power

the banquet on Qacalisle Island was

originally meant for Pierre to be Luella's head

obvious he's not ready yet

ever be up to the task, only

the invited guests are arriving, and the banquet

the

eyes widened in

invited the top

from the Spartine

Island? That's

QUMS

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

he's on the list Darson gave

Spartine Warrior, based in Ugosea and the South Panacea Ocean, was a legendary group of martial artists. They were similar

Pacific Heroes League held a tournament to choose the top ten

was the highest

represented unparalleled bravery, unshakable determination, and invincible

possessed skills far beyond that of ordinary

and the South Panacea Ocean, they

from the South Panacea Ocean would