The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 975 Jealousy and Self-Interest

Gavin's cold command silenced the tense atmosphere in an instant.

Peacock Kingdom's Wild Wolf Special Forces commander, Melvin, froze in shock. His gaze instinctively shifted to the four Dragon Soul Special Forces warriors advancing toward him with an imposing and fearsome presence. These four warriors were elite fighters, each exuding a commanding aura that could chill the blood.

Since the start of the competition, Dragon Soul Special Forces had continually surprised Melvin. He hadn't expected them to display such tenacity and boldness, a stark contrast to the rumors of their supposed decline.

Melvin had competed in the previous International Military Skills Competition alongside Surman. Back then, the Dragon Soul team had been courteous and composed, even in the face of disputes. Any conflicts were typically handled by their external liaison officers through negotiation. This head-on confrontation was entirely unprecedented.

He hadn't had the chance to fully assess this year's Dragon Soul team, but their actions made one thing clear-they were not to be underestimated. Even during the last competition, where his team had narrowly defeated Dragon Soul, he had recognized their formidable potential.

As Gavin issued a direct order to prepare for combat, the Wild Wolf Special Forces members behind Melvin immediately got into defensive stances, ready to retaliate.

But Melvin hesitated. More than hesitation-it was fear creeping in.

He hadn't intended for things to escalate this far. His earlier posturing was merely a bluff, an attempt to intimidate Dragon Soul. It had backfired spectacularly. "General Brooks, let me remind you if you dare to engage, the competition committee might disqualify you!"

Gavin snorted dismissively. "Your team trespassed into our area to stir up trouble, and now you dare to accuse us of breaking the rules? What kind of logic is that?"

With a sharp glare, he added, "Melvin, I'm warning you one last time-clear the path now, or my team will not hold back!"

Melvin glanced at the Dragon Soul warriors, who were closing in with unyielding determination. Then, his peripheral vision caught the watching eyes of the other nearby teams. He was cornered, unsure of his next move. Backing down would be humiliating, yet Gavin wasn't wrong-this mess was Wild Wolf Special Forces' fault. They had invaded Area Three, attempted to steal supplies, and suffered the consequences when the pythons attacked. The situation was utterly embarrassing for Melvin.

The four elite Dragon Soul warriors continued their steady advance, their disciplined strides carrying an air of inevitable conflict. If Melvin didn't act quickly, a clash was inevitable.

The standoff reached a boiling point, tension thick in the air.

calm down! This is just a competition-there's no need for anyone to

burly, dark-skinned man from Demberoa stepped forward from the crowd. It was

a quick look with Gavin, signaling for Catherine and the others

face lit up with

a clear show of respect,

tone, Zach approached Freya and Gavin with a

favor? I have a proposal to resolve this matter. How about you hear me out first?" Zach said with a forced smile. "Go on," Freya replied coldly, her tone making

The other teams are still advancing. If you waste time on this trivial matter and miss

you take a step back, and Dragon Soul Special Forces can also make

energy supplies. Dragon Soul now has

spirit of

other teams? That way, everyone makes

what do you

"

up!" Freya's sharp rebuke cut him

in shock. "Colonel Wright, let's be

Freya snapped, pointing a finger directly at Zach. "Your

attempting to maintain a conciliatory demeanor, Zach grinned awkwardly. "Colonel Wright, I'm just stating the facts. Can't you

out a disdainful laugh. "Who do you think you are? Get lost! If you don't move, Dragon

forward!" Freya

glance with Melvin, the two commanders silently reached an agreement. Zach's expression turned icy. "General Brooks, Colonel Wright, don't you

aside with a single hand. "And what do you plan to do about

Our supplies have nothing to do with you. Now get out of the

visibly irritated, squared his

a man with a neatly trimmed mustache stepped forward. He