The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 912

Chapter 912 What Else Can You Do Besides Flaunt Your Background?
Pierre's mind went completely blank when Robin's sharp words and sudden actions hit him like a wave.

The situation was so unexpected that he had no idea how to react.

As the captain of the Sea Lion Force, a major player in his field, Pierre had never been confronted so directly or personally before.

Mona, clinging to his side, was equally stunned.

If she hadn't seen Robin pointing his finger right at Pierre's nose, she would have sworn she had misheard.

Her carefully crafted, helpless demeanor quickly shifted into shock and confusion.

She glanced at this tall, handsome man from the East again, feeling a surge of annoyance inside her. How have I been so wrong in my judgment?

She, who had always treated men as nothing more than prey, had let her guard down this time.

The presence of this man—his power and confidence—made her feel foolish for ever thinking she could mock him.

I've brought this on myself.

Caught up in her thoughts, Mona unconsciously loosened her grip on Pierre's arm.

She couldn't help but compare him to Robin.

A cold realization hit her, and she quickly recognized her mistake.

Robin was like an immovable mountain—formidable and awe-inspiring.

On the other hand, Abner, who had been quietly watching from the crowd, was also taken aback.

He had hoped to find someone weak to toy with, someone to make himself feel important in front of the regional representatives.

But the person he'd chosen to provoke was someone like Robin.

Just the day before, Robin had backed down in front of Asher, and everyone had mocked him as a blowhard and coward.

Now, it seemed like Robin had transformed into someone entirely different.

He didn't show any mercy to Pierre, no matter his reputation.

And Abner himself wasn't even anyone well-known.

Abner tried to stand but felt trapped by an invisible force.

Panic gripped him.

At this level, offending someone like Robin was a disaster waiting to happen.

He had been so bold earlier, defending Pierre and acting as if he had some diplomatic weight.

Now, he was paralyzed, overwhelmed by Robin's intimidating presence.

Robin was a real threat.

Someone who dared challenge others with such confidence was not to be trifled with.

Abner knew he couldn't afford to make things worse.

He didn't dare to complain to the organizing committee—it could turn everything upside down and hurt his team.

In his panic, Abner caught sight of Jackson in the distance, smiling knowingly at him.

It was as if Jackson was silently mocking him, saying, "What did you think you were doing? Did you really think you could take on someone like this?"

With Anton and Jethro still silent, Abner's sense of regret deepened.

He felt like an absolute fool. Why have I made such a mess of things?

"Robin, what is all this about?"

Suddenly, Trix broke the tense silence in the room.

"Captain Pierre is the King of Mercenaries, a role model to mercenaries around the world. You should be showing him respect ... "

Robin turned his cold gaze toward Trix. "Who gave you the right to speak to me like that?"

Without hesitation, he ordered, "Go stand in the plaza for eight hours, now."

Trix flinched, taken aback. "But—"

"Out!" Robin's voice was sharp, cutting through the air.

This man from the East is boldly claiming that Pierre, the King of Mercenaries, isn't even worthy of being his opponent!