The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 1174 Glad I Met You +8 Pearls Robin kept his arm around Shirley as they walked toward the waiting convoy, the world around them. fading to the periphery of their quiet bond.

Mario, his voice simmering with rage, jabbed a finger toward Robin's retreating figure. "Simmond, cousin, kill him now!" His teeth ground together, fury painting his words with venom.

Simmond's laugh was hollow, distant, as if the very sound repelled warmth. "Mario," he said, voice cutting through the tension, "do you even know who he is?" He raised an cyebrow, his words sharpening with disdain.

"If he hasn't killed you yet, count yourself lucky. That man-" Simmond's voice dropped, low and menacing.

"He's the one who wiped out the Athroods last night. Divine Drakebane himself.” "If you want to drag the Hendelich family to ruin, go ahead and make your call. But you, Ma... You're the kind of fool who'll end up dead at your own hand." With those final words, Simmond turned sharply, striding toward Robin.

He caught up to him, his voice polite but commanding "Mr. Ramsey, Ms. Dunn, if you please." The three of them climbed into the general's car, the atmosphere thick with an unshakable tension, as the world outside seemed to slip into silence.

Simmond leaned forward slightly, his voice respectful and composed, "Commander-in-Chief Ramsey, General Reynold mentioned that you and Ms. Dunn were aboard this flight. I've arranged a banquet at Landorne Hotel in your honor." He paused, a pleased glint in his eyes. "Before arriving, I sent my guards to bring Ms. Joanna and Ms. Eira from Landorne University. They'll be joining us shortly Robin turned his gaze to Simmond, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, their eyes locked, an invisible weight pressing down on the silence. Finally, Robin gave a subtle nod. "I appreciate your efforts, General Yates." Simmond, sensing the unease creeping along his spine, gave a nervous chuckle. "Mr. Ramsey, I am more than pleased to have you here in Mecria. There's no need to mention effort or cost." A knowing smile tugged at the corner of Robin's lips, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Is that so? Well, I'm glad to hear it." Simmond stiffened, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

For a fleeting moment, he feared Robin had uncovered his true motives, and the realization left him with a lingering unease.

remon spoke of Robin turned his attention back to Shirley, his voice softening as he spoke.

"Once we meet Joanna, I'll tell her about our plans to marry." His words were tender, filled with affection. "We'll marry in Harmonfield, Draconia, this New Year." HT 111 .ווי 1/4 12:17 Thu, Apr 3 A Chapter 1174 Glad I Met You +8 Pearls Shirley's checks bloomed with a rush of color, and she looked at him with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Robin," she whispered, a delicate tremor nervous," her voice. "Now that you've said it, I'm a little Robin smiled, his fingers brushing through her hair in gesture both comforting and intimate. "What's there to be nervous about? When Joanna hears that you ve agreed to marry me, she'll be delighted.” His gaze softened as he looked down at her, his voice quiet with affection. "After I've taken care of a few things, we'll head to Qacalisle Island. We'll live the life we've always dreamed of." "When I return home, I'll bring the betrothal gift to the Dunns. I'll ask for your hand in front of everyone, and I'll give you the most romantic wedding the world has ever seen." Tears welled in Shirley's eyes, and a smile broke through the veil of emotion.

She clung to his arm, as though afraid to let go, to lose this moment.

She leaned her head onto his shoulder, the warmth of his presence wrapping around her like a blanket. In a voice thick with tenderness, she murmured, "Robin, I'm so glad I met you in this life." The silence stretched on, thick and heavy, before Shirley finally noticed that General Yates still sat in the car. A flush of embarrassment rose to her cheeks. She turned to him with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, General Yates. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Simmond's gaze wavered for a brief moment, his expression caught between concern and uncertainty. "Commander-in-Chief Ramsey, Ms. Dunn," he began, his voice steady but filled with unspoken resolve, “when the tcomes, I will certainly be in Draconia, at Harmonfield, to congratulate you both." Robin's laughter was soft, yet there was an unmistakable sharpness beneath it. "By then," he murmured, his voice taking on a quieter, more dangerous tone, "you may not have the opportunity." Simmond faltered, caught off guard by the words. "Commander-in-Chief, no matter what happens, I will set aside everything. Your wedding ... I will be there. Without fail." Robin leaned back in his seat, eyes half-lidded, a faint, knowing smile playing at the corner of his lips. "We'll see," Half an hour later, the convoy arrived at the Landorne Hotel.

Simmond had ensured that everything was arranged. A spacious suite awaited them, prepared with meticulous care.

Following Robin's instructions, the security was kept discreet-barely noticeable-just a few of Simmond's own bodyguards stationed outside.

Only four plainclothes men remained close at hand, blending into the background.

Inside the suite, Joanna and Eira awaited, their presence a warm and familiar comfort.

The atmosphere immediately lightened, filled with a sense of shared history.

"Robin, Shirley," Joanna greeted them, her smile wide and inviting. “If I'd known you were in Centraline, I would've cearlier to join you. Ms. Eira and I both." Robin, his arm still gently around Shirley, pulled her closer, his voice teasing. "Joanna, what do you think? ||| O 2/4 12.17 Thu, Apr 3 Chapter 1174 Glad I Met You My wife's beautiful, isn't she?" +8 Pearls Shirley playfully nudged him, her voice light with laughter. "I've seen Joanna before, Robin. She's the one who's truly stunning." Joanna's laughter was a bright sound, free of any pretense. "Well, of course, she's the fairest of them all! You married Shirley, and your happiness is set in stone She reached out, taking Shirley's hand with a tenderness that spoke volumes.

"You and my brother are about to make everything official, Shirley. I'm so happy for you both." "So, when's the date? I need to get you two'a gift. A big one, too." "Now that you two are getting hitched, this his really starting to look like a family." "New Year. That's when we're getting married." Shirley's eyes welled with tears as her heart overflowed with emotion. “Joanna, to marry Robin and becpart of your family ... It's the greatest happiness of my life. I can't even express how happy I am." Joanna enveloped Shirley in a warm embrace, her joy uncontainable. The two women held each other tightly, laughter mingling with their tears in a pure moment of shared bliss.

It took several moments for Joanna to regain her composure. Her radiant smile lingered, even as she wiped away her tears.

"Shirley, there's someone else I'd like to introduce. This is Ms. Eira Denver, who's studying at Landorne University." Eira, standing a little stiffly, bowed deeply. "Hello, Ms. Dunn. Hello, Mr. Ramsey." Robin glanced at Eira, his eyes narrowing slightly. There was something distant in her gaze, a strange vacancy that unsettled him, though he kept the thought to himself. Something felt off, but he said nothing aloud. After a round of light pleasantries, everyone took their seats.

The dishes arrived, along with wine, just as a hotel servant appeared at Robin's side, his presence marked by the quiet shuffle of a plainclothes guard.

"Mr. Ramsey," the servant said, bowing slightly.

"A few gentlemen, claiming to be your friends, are requesting your presence." Robin's smile was distant, almost unreadable. He gestured to Joanna, Shirley, and Simmond, signaling for them to stay put. "Lead the way," he said, his voice calm, a touch of indifference in his tone.

Simmond, his gaze following Robin's retreating figure, felt a flicker of something within-hesitation, conflict.

He had intended to speak, to voice the truth that weighed heavily on his chest, but something stopped him. His lips remained sealed, his silence a confession in itself.

The servant guided Robin through the hotel's rear gardens. The place was a serene oasis, far removed ||| 3/4 12:17 Thu, Apr 3 A Chapter 1174 Glad I Met You from the world's clamor.

80% +8 Pearls Pavilions rose gracefully beside tranquil ponds, and artificial hills were draped in bamboo and vibrant blooms.

It was a scene straight from the southern lands of Draconia-peaceful, delicate, timeless.

Robin followed, his steps deliberate, until the servant sopped. In an instant, the young man's face morphed, shifting into something unrecognizable.

A middle-aged man now stood before him, his presence cold, calculating, and dangerous.

"Mr. Divine Drakebane," the man's m voice was smooth but thick with malice. "I am Lonnie Schwart2, a guardian of the Dark Night Alliance. Our master has sent us to end your life." The moment those words left his lips, the garden darkened.

Black smoke billowed from every corner, thick and suffocating.

From behind the rocks, three figures emerged, each one more menacing than the last. They too, were guardians of the Dark Night Alliance.

Lonnie smiled wickedly, his lips curling in a grimace. "Divine Drakebane," he sneered, his tone full of venom, "your life is now ours to claim." At his command, the smoke grew thicker, spiraling upwards in dark, swirling clouds.

1 From within these shadows, nearly a hundred of the Dark Night Alliance's deadliest super martial art masters appeared, their hulking forms casting long, dark shadows.

Their eyes, cold as the grave, fixed on Robin.

Robin's smile, slow and deliberate, matched the brilliance of the midday sun, though it held an edge sharper than any blade.

"The Dark Night Alliance sent you? Why, you're nothing but trash." His voice dripped with disdain.

Lonnie's laugh was dark, almost mocking. "Oh, this is only the beginning." As if on cue, eight more figures emerged from the shadows. Their presence alone chilled the air, the atmosphere thick with tension and the promise of imminent violence.

These were the Eight Gladiators of the Dark Night Alliance, their names legendary, and their keputation enough to send tremors of fear ΠΙ through even the most hardened hearts. The air around them grew heavy, charged with the weight of impending bloodshed.

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