The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 994

Chapter 994 Just Sit Here and Take It While They Humiliate Us

Kennard was taken aback. He had never expected Jackson, typically so compliant and respectful, to outright refuse him.

Though irritated, the experienced politician quickly shifted his tactics.

“Jackson, I’ve dedicated my life to serving the country and its people, always putting the public’s interests above all else.

“Now, as I’m here on Qacalisle Island, I’m concerned about Robin. He’s young, inexperienced, and lacks clarity in his actions–that uncertainty has caused these problems.

“As you witnessed, I barely made a few remarks on ideological issues, and he had two of my bodyguards

killed under wartime rules.

“Do you grasp the gravity of this? This incident will tarnish my reputation here on Qacalisle Island …”

Jackson waved his hand dismissively, his tone almost bored. “Mr. Morales, enough. My position here is far too small to compare to yours. I don’t pretend to understand your political maneuvers.

“I’m just a diplomatic attaché serving you and others like you. I have no intention of getting involved in matters beyond my scope.”

Kennard scoffed, his face darkening. “Jackson, do you not see the consequences of handling this so passively?”

“Mr. Morales, consequences no longer matter. Once the competition on Qacalisle Island is over, I’ll return) to my country and step down,” Jackson said with a bitter smile.

“These last few days have made me realize that someone like me, with no true connections, doesn’t belong in this high circle.

“Sticking to my principles might lead to my downfall,” he continued, his voice heavy. “Going along with things may bring short–term satisfaction, but in the end, you’ll find yourself with nowhere to go.

“After I return, I plan to rest at the hospital. Years of strain have caught up with me, and I’m close to illness.”

Jackson gave Kennard one last wave before heading toward the exit of the mystic realm.

Kennard’s eyes narrowed, a cold, dangerous glint flashing in them as he barked an order to his assistant.

“This afternoon, have them set up a technical briefing for the mystic realm competition. It’ll be at 7:00 PM tonight, at Duskhaven Hotel.”

As Kennard stepped out of the mystic realm, he stopped in his tracks.

The commanders–in–chief of the various régional teams were blocking Robin’s path.

The air was thick with tension, and a confrontation seemed imminent.

“What’s going on here?” Kennard demanded, his voice tense.

Special Forces won the top titles. They feel it wasn’t a legitimate victory.”

“They believe Dragon Soul didn’t earn the win honestly…”

Kennard let out a dry chuckle. “Robin’s arrogance has brought this upon us. It was entirely predictable.”

“Mr. Morales, should we contact the Thalrex Order officials to mediate? Things could escalate fast if we don’t.”

“No need,” Kennard replied with a malicious gleam in his eyes. “Robin is still too young. Let him learn the hard way. Once he’s humbled, he’ll see that standing out too much can be dangerous.

“If he doesn’t manage this right, I’ll report it to the higher–ups back home. Heh…

Reynold, the commander–in–chief of the Centraline Special Forces, stepped forward, clearly angry. “Commander–in–chief Ramsey, I have serious issues with how your forces claimed the top titles! You didn’t show true strength, and I suspect foul play!

“If it weren’t for your chaotic tactics, we would’ve been the champions!”

Nester Crepsley, the commander–in–chief of Vailia’s forces, nodded in agreement. “General Frost is right.

“Even though we lost our chance to qualify for the L1 Mystic Realm Semifinals, as a soldier, I have no respect for the Dragon Soul Special Forces‘ sporadic displays of strength in the mystic realm.

“But how can we prove ourselves?”

Robin nodded thoughtfully. “I see now. Since you all believe fists are the true test of strength, let’s settle this with fists.

“I have a prior engagement so I don’t have time to fight each of you individually”