The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 875

Chapter 875 The Cravens Are in Charge Here!

“Move, move!”

A doctor from the psychiatric hospital stormed into Room 409, flanked by two intimidating figures.

They came face–to–face with Robin and Ferell, who stood firmly blocking the doorway.

“The Cravens are in charge here–step aside!” the leader of the group shouted, his frustration rising when Robin and Ferell refused to move.

“Are you deaf? If you mess with Ms. Craven’s affairs, I’ll make you regret it—”

With a swift thud, Ferell’s foot slammed into the man’s face, knocking him out cold instantly.

“D*mn!” The second man froze, taking a cautious step back.

The brutal hit was enough to send a chill through him. As he watched his companion collapse, his face badly deformed and one eye hanging loose, he realized his partner was done for.

Shivers ran down his spine as he stared at Robin and Ferell, his mind racing.

Upon thinking carefully, he was sure he had never met these two people in Plemouth.

After a brief hesitation, he nervously shouted, “I’m a bodyguard for the Cravens—”

Ferell wasted no time and kicked him in the thigh with a sickening crack. “This one’s for the trash of the Cravens!”

With two horrifying cracks, the man crumpled to the floor, his leg completely useless.

Robin pointed to the two blue–clad guards standing behind them. “Take them out and bury them.”

The doctor, visibly shaken, dropped to the floor, pleading, “Please, please spare me

“Get lost!” Robin snapped. As if granted mercy, the doctor scrambled out of the room, crawling and running for his life.

His frantic escape had him hopping on one leg, then both, as if trying to outrun his fear.

His frantic energy drew the attention of the patients in the hall, who froze in confusion.

A few of them, discussing their own issues, snickered, “Look at that crazy guy–he’s lost it! Ha!”

Laughter rippled through the corridor as more patients joined in, creating a surreal atmosphere of chaos.

Finally, the group of patients decided to join in on the fun.

In an instant, the hallway was full of people running and hopping around, as if celebrating something.

It was truly a sight to behold.

Lucinda and her daughter followed Robin and Ferell out, and upon seeing the madness in the hall, they exchanged knowing looks and shook their heads.

The world outside wasn’t much different–delusions, nonsense, and twisted minds were everywhere.

“Let’s go, Mrs. Delgado,” Robin said, glancing at his phone. “Rylee, have some breakfast. We’ll head to your beach house afterward.”

Lucinda paused, her expression understanding Robin’s intentions.

Lily, the heiress of the Cravens, is waiting at the house.

Master Ramsey is preparing to seek justice for us.

“Master Ramsey…” Lucinda felt a pang of guilt, feeling that Robin had done so much for them.

Robin turned to Rylee, who was still shaken. “Rylee has been wronged in ways that can’t be ignored–she deserves justice, I can’t stand leaving revenge for later.”

Robin led Rylee to a small street with food stalls near the hospital.

The street carried an old–world charm, its aged buildings telling the stories of time through every crack and speck of dust.