The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 983

Chapter 983 Do Something That'll Make You All Completely Crumble
The entire conference room fell silent as Simmond was sent flying by Robin's slap.

Simmond, the commander-in-chief of King Hawk, was known as the most elite member of his team.

A war god from Ugonland, he had served for years, participating in over a thousand intercontinental-level battles. He had been an elite member five times and commander-in-chief twice, representing King Hawk Special Forces in international military competitions.

His achievements included second place once and five third-place finishes—a record few could match.

In terms of personal power and leadership, Simmond was considered one of the world's top military figures.

Before Pierre rose to prominence, Simmond was widely regarded as the King of Mercenaries.

Yet, despite his reputation, this legendary war hero was knocked out by a single slap from the young commander of Dragon Soul Special Forces.

What made the situation even more shocking was that Simmond hadn't even had the chance to fight back.

Is it pure luck, or has Simmond lowered his guard?

As the stunned silence stretched on, Robert, the commander-in-chief of Elaria Special Forces, slowly stood up from the floor.

"General Yates, are you alright? This guy's out of control!" he said, rushing to Simmond's side, trying to help him with overdone politeness.

"Shut it!" Simmond snarled, pushing Robert away, his eyes narrowing at Robin.

Robin stood there, towering over them, his figure radiating authority in the glowing light. He seemed as solid as a mountain, exuding a quiet yet undeniable power.

Simmond, who had spent nearly two decades as one of the most feared figures in the mercenary world, had never been rattled by an opponent like this.

It wasn't fear—it was a deep, involuntary respect.

Powerful people respect strength. It's a silent acknowledgment that runs deeper than words.

Simmond, the war god, had little patience for the weak or sycophantic.

While he might joke around with commanders from teams like Elaira or Crocodile Special Forces, he viewed them as nothing more than amateurs.

Being in the same room with these weak, sycophantic fools was beneath him.

Robert tried again to offer assistance, but Simmond shoved him aside.

"Move! I can stand on my own!" he snapped.

"Okay, okay," Robert muttered, embarrassed. "General Yates, that kid is too ... reckless!"

Simmond brushed the dust and debris from his clothes. "Keep your mouth shut! You're not fit to comment on Commander-in-chief Ramsey!"

Robert froze, clearly confused. "General Yates, he just insulted you. We should team up and—"

"Team up?" Simmond sneered. "Do you think you matter? Get out of my way!"

With a forceful push, Simmond shoved Robert aside and turned to face Robin. "Commander-in-chief Ramsey, I want a real duel with you!"

Robin, calmly wiping his hands, glanced at Simmond without any emotion. "You sure you want to get beaten?"

Simmond burst into laughter. "Commander-in-chief Ramsey, you're amusing. What I mean is, my friends and I will challenge you!"

Ced Becker, the commander-in-chief of Maple Special Forces, and Paul Skeldon, the commander-in-chief of Kangaroo Special Forces, stepped forward to stand beside Simmond.

Both Ced and Paul had been Simmond's comrades in arms.

Twenty years ago, the three of them had fought together in the South Panacea Fleet.

"Simmond, take a break. I'll handle this cocky kid! Paul said," slapping Simmond on the back and cracking his neck.

Paul was even more muscular than Simmond.

His strength rivaled Simmond's, and in the South Panacea Ocean region, he was regarded as one of the most formidable fighters.

Ced, commander-in-chief of Maple Special Forces, stretched and eyed Robin. "This competition's been strange. It seems like if we don't teach this rookie a lesson, he won't learn his place."

He then turned to Pierre, who had been silent throughout. "Captain Pierre, am I wrong?"