The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 937 You Think I Need Your Money?

Robin let out a cold smile and extended his hand.

In that moment, Luella couldn't bear to look any longer.

She didn't want to witness the betrayal that she could never bring herself to believe in, not even as she faced death. Luella closed her eyes tightly, overwhelmed by a deep sense of disappointment.

Tears of sorrow fell.

A sharp slap suddenly shattered the oppressive silence of the banquet hall, waking everyone from their dazed state. Robin's hand slapped across Darson's face, which was still grinning with a touch of malice.

In an instant, a dark figure was seen hurtling backwards; Darson crashed heavily into a massive bulletproof window.

The impact shattered the glass into shards, but a thin wire mesh outside the window sent his burly body bouncing back into the room.

"Trash! You think you're worthy of my alliance!" Robin spat, pulling a wet tissue from his pocket to wipe the blood off his hand.

"The Dark Night Alliance is my sworn enemy. If I see any of them, I'll kill them on the spot."

Everyone was in a state of shock, struggling to comprehend the unfolding events.

Hadn't Divine Drakebane agreed to Gottlieb's terms?

They gave his words some thought, and Divine Drakebane's words made sense. He had never promised to form an alliance with them.

It was all wishful thinking on their part.

Pierre, who had been dejected and disheartened, suddenly had a spark of hope in his eyes.

He whispered urgently, "Ms. Luella, don't be sad. Lord Drakebane didn't join them!"

Luella's eyes snapped open, and she hurriedly wiped away the tears blocking her vision.

Through the harsh light, she clearly saw Robin standing in the center of the room, unbothered by anything around him.

Her body trembled with excitement.

that the man

Ramsey, I

face, once shadowed by grief, now lit up

sinisterly, "Lord Drakebane,

Island is controlled by the Dark Night Alliance and the

small missiles in the sea. At his command, a single missile could destroy this entire banquet hall in seconds." "Still threatening me?" Robin advanced slowly toward the struggling Darson, his voice cold. "Do you think you are

any closer, Lord Drakebane. We are only targeting the Aldridges today; we didn't mean to offend or threaten you." Robin interrupted, tossing the wet tissue behind

your plans for revenge. But now that the Dark Night Alliance has betrayed me, I will eliminate

Darson leaped to his feet, his body suddenly enveloped in thick black

a pile

barely left his mouth when a

lightning speed, cutting through Darson's throat before he could

surrounding Darson dissipated, leaving him as a lifeless

in the banquet hall stood frozen, the guests too horrified

roar echoed, and a golden dragon

out of his throat; his fear was

the cold dragon dagger drawing every

sentence before his burly body was reduced to a lifeless, paper-thin mummy.

in the hall were terrified, some vomiting uncontrollably, others fainting

such a terrifying, grotesque

fear, mumbled incoherently, "Lord

can give you

Venet

percent of

to face him,

that

money, I can get it whenever I

motherf*cker have lived over 70 years, yet you've

slapped Gottlieb across the face,

and he died

for a lifetime, never

Fear paralyzed Leandro.

Drakebane but had