The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 937 You Think I Need Your Money?

Robin let out a cold smile and extended his hand.

In that moment, Luella couldn't bear to look any longer.

She didn't want to witness the betrayal that she could never bring herself to believe in, not even as she faced death. Luella closed her eyes tightly, overwhelmed by a deep sense of disappointment.

Tears of sorrow fell.

A sharp slap suddenly shattered the oppressive silence of the banquet hall, waking everyone from their dazed state. Robin's hand slapped across Darson's face, which was still grinning with a touch of malice.

In an instant, a dark figure was seen hurtling backwards; Darson crashed heavily into a massive bulletproof window.

The impact shattered the glass into shards, but a thin wire mesh outside the window sent his burly body bouncing back into the room.

"Trash! You think you're worthy of my alliance!" Robin spat, pulling a wet tissue from his pocket to wipe the blood off his hand.

"The Dark Night Alliance is my sworn enemy. If I see any of them, I'll kill them on the spot."

Everyone was in a state of shock, struggling to comprehend the unfolding events.

Hadn't Divine Drakebane agreed to Gottlieb's terms?

They gave his words some thought, and Divine Drakebane's words made sense. He had never promised to form an alliance with them.

It was all wishful thinking on their part.

Pierre, who had been dejected and disheartened, suddenly had a spark of hope in his eyes.

He whispered urgently, "Ms. Luella, don't be sad. Lord Drakebane didn't join them!"

Luella's eyes snapped open, and she hurriedly wiped away the tears blocking her vision.

Through the harsh light, she clearly saw Robin standing in the center of the room, unbothered by anything around him.

Her body trembled with excitement.

She wanted to shout to the world that the man she admired had never changed!

Mr. Ramsey, I was wrong!

Her beautiful face, once shadowed by grief, now lit up with a radiant, life-affirming smile-tears still flowing down her cheeks.

Injured and struggling to recover, Darson pointed at Robin and asked sinisterly, "Lord Drakebane, do you know what this will bring upon you and the Aldridges?

"The Qacalisle Island is controlled by the Dark Night Alliance and the Caffereys."

He continued, a dark glint in his eyes, "Gottlieb has set up a few small missiles in the sea. At his command, a single missile could destroy this entire banquet hall in seconds." "Still threatening me?" Robin advanced slowly toward the struggling Darson, his voice cold. "Do you think you are empowered to threaten me?"

Darson, panicking, stammered, "Y-you... Don't come any closer, Lord Drakebane. We are only targeting the Aldridges today; we didn't mean to offend or threaten you." Robin interrupted, tossing the wet tissue behind him.

"I don't care about your issues with the Aldridges or your plans for revenge. But now that the Dark Night Alliance has betrayed me, I will eliminate them all-not a single soul will escape!" Darson shivered, clenching his teeth. "The alliance is not something you can simply destroy!"

With that, Darson leaped to his feet, his body suddenly enveloped in thick black smoke.

"The Dark Night Alliance is nothing but a pile of stinking trash! Die!" Robin shouted.

The words had barely left his mouth when a cold light shot out.

Robin's blade unsheathed with lightning speed, cutting through Darson's throat before he could even react.

The thick smoke surrounding Darson dissipated, leaving him as a lifeless corpse, his body crumbling into a dry husk.

Everyone in the banquet hall stood frozen, the guests too horrified to move.

A sharp dragon's roar echoed, and a golden dragon soared into the air.

Darson could feel his blood flowing out of his throat; his fear was growing.

He could sense the cold dragon dagger drawing every drop of blood from his body.

"Y-you actually..." He couldn't finish his sentence before his burly body was reduced to a lifeless, paper-thin mummy. "Gag!"

Those wealthy guests in the hall were terrified, some vomiting uncontrollably, others fainting on the spot.

They had never witnessed such a terrifying, grotesque spectacle.

Gottlieb, trembling in fear, mumbled incoherently, "Lord Drakebane, w-we had an agreement, didn't we?

"I can give you half of my family

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wealth no, no, I can give you 90- percent of the combined wealth of the Caffereys and the Aldridges."

Robin slowly turned to face him, sheathing his blade.

He raised his hand and gave Gottlieb's wrinkled face a slap that echoed through the room. "Do you think I need your money?

"If I want money, I can get it whenever I want. Do you really think I need your charity?

"You motherf*cker have lived over 70 years, yet you've sunk to this level!"

With a loud smack, Robin slapped Gottlieb across the face, sending the old man crashing into a column.

His skull shattered, and he died instantly.

Gottlieb, who had schemed for a lifetime, never imagined that he would meet such an end.

Fear paralyzed Leandro.

He had heard of the legendary Divine Drakebane but had never witnessed such brutal, fierce action firsthand.

"Now it's your turn!" Robin's cold finger pointed at Leandro.

Leandro immediately collapsed to the ground, begging, "Lord Drakebane, I had nothing to do with this. Please, let me go.

"Don't worry, my lord," he added

quickly "From now on, no matter how many of us remain, Spartine Warrior will never move to confront the Aldridges again."

Before Leandro could finish, Robin scoffed, "What does that have to do with me?"

"Then... then... why are you doing this?" Leandro stammered.

Robin wiped his hand clean, casting a glance over at the lifeless bodies of Gottlieb and Darson.

"Twenty years ago, the Caffereys funded Spartine Warriors and Dark Night Alliance to massacre Dragon Manor. Is that true?" Leandro stared at Robin in disbelief. "You... Who are you?"

"Who I am doesn't concern you," Robin said coldly. We must repay our debts and pay for our lives. That's the way of the world! I'm

telling you, you will all die. Doit!"

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At Robin's command, the Dark Web assassins immediately began a global hunt to eliminate the remnants of the Spartine Warriors.

Leandro's phone began ringing wildly.

Staring at the distress calls and messages, he collapsed to the ground in despair.noveldrama

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind—a final hope.

"I dare you to let me make a call." Leandro decided to try one last time; he stood up and challenged Robin coldly.

"Do you know who backed us up? It was the Panacea Ocean Warriors Alliance!"

Robin gave a cold smile. "Challenge accepted, but I want you to make a video call!"