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.

the world that the man

Ramsey, I

beautiful face, once shadowed by grief, now lit up with a radiant, life-affirming smile-tears

recover, Darson pointed at Robin and asked sinisterly, "Lord Drakebane, do you know

is controlled by the Dark Night

in his eyes, "Gottlieb has set up a few small missiles in the sea. At his command, a single missile could destroy this entire banquet hall

only targeting the Aldridges today; we didn't mean to offend or threaten you." Robin interrupted,

care about your issues with the Aldridges or your plans for revenge. But now that the Dark Night Alliance has betrayed me, I

to his feet, his body

a pile

mouth when a cold light

blade unsheathed with lightning speed, cutting through Darson's

leaving him as a lifeless corpse, his body

in the banquet hall stood frozen, the guests

and a golden dragon soared

out of his throat;

dragon dagger drawing every drop of blood from

finish his sentence before his burly body was reduced to

in the hall were terrified, some

had never witnessed such a

trembling in fear, mumbled incoherently, "Lord Drakebane, w-we had an agreement, didn't

can give you

Venet

no, I can give you 90- percent of the combined

slowly turned to face him,

Gottlieb's wrinkled face a slap that echoed

whenever I want. Do you really

70 years, yet you've sunk to this

loud smack, Robin slapped Gottlieb across the face, sending the old man

skull shattered, and he died

for a lifetime, never imagined that he would

Fear paralyzed Leandro.

the legendary Divine Drakebane but had never witnessed such brutal, fierce action