The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 933

Chapter 933 This Will End in Disaster
Bolton was stunned.

Even the Caffereys' advisors looked utterly baffled.

Gottlieb, a man known for his uncompromising stance, had just uttered words of concession to the man who killed his granddaughter.

If word of this got out, where would the Caffereys' dignity go?

The guests at the banquet were equally dumbfounded.

The head of the Caffereys was showing fear in front of a young man.

They couldn't comprehend what was happening.

What kind of situation could force such a global powerhouse to lower his head so humbly?

No one could possibly understand, but Gottlieb certainly had his reasons.

From the moment he walked into the room, he sensed something unusual about Robin.

In this world, there were almost no people bold enough to challenge the Caffereys directly—unless they had lost their minds.

Robin chuckled.

"If you insist on asking what could make me let this go, then "ll be honest. You, your son, your grandson, and the entire core member of the Caffereys must grovel before me and atone with your lives.

"Only then will today's matter end."

What the hell?

Now it is confirmed.

This man was an undeniable lunatic!

The entire banquet hall erupted into chaos.

Not only had Robin killed Leilani, but now he was demanding that their patriarch, their second-in-command, and their core members to atone for their sins with death.

This wasn't negotiation; it was provocation.

Gottlieb's usually calm and unreadable eyes flickered with both rage and a trace of hidden fear.

He didn't react immediately. Instead, he suppressed his anger and rapidly calculated his next move.

However, Bolton, the family's second-in-command, had already reached his limit.

"You insolent brat!" Bolton roared. "Do you think the Caffereys are an easy target?"

Robin smirked. "Why don't you try me?"

"Wow!"

The stunned silence in the banquet hall was broken by gasps and soft cries from the female guests.

Countless pairs of eyes, glittering with awe, fixed on the audacious young man's commanding figure.

Even though no one truly believed a single man could defy a family as powerful as the Caffereys, his sheer audacity was mesmerizing.

For some, his bravado was almost therapeutic, dispelling their melancholy, boredom, and even loneliness.

A few more delicate ladies, overwhelmed by his charisma, had already started swooning, rolling their eyes and trembling as if on the verge of fainting.

Goodness!

Stop flexing! We want the actions!

Enough with the theatrics—this is unbearable!

Your flexing doesn't just cost money—it costs lives!

Suddenly, the deafening roar of helicopter rotors shattered the tense stillness inside and outside the banquet hall.

The sound of hurried, chaotic footsteps echoed as the whirring rotors came to a stop, growing louder as they approached the hall.

"Mr. Gottlieb! Mr. Bolton! Please wait, please wait!"

A middle-aged man hurried into the room and rushed to Gottlieb's side.

He was flanked by nine elite Spartine Warriors.

"Mr. Gottlieb, please, don't act rashly! A single mistake, and you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"

The Caffereys' members turned to look and they recognized the man immediately.

It was Leandro, the captain of the Spartine Warriors, accompanied by nine of his most elite fighters.