The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1058

Chapter 1058 She Aims to Shine
A sharp metallic click echoed as the gun's firing pin struck an empty chamber, filling the air with tension.

Time seemed to freeze in the suffocating silence of the plaza.

Overhead, heavy clouds churned, and distant thunder rumbled dully, pressing down on everyone present.

It felt as if the world itself had stopped, the only proof of life being the unsteady rhythm of held breaths.

Zayn crumpled to the ground, his body limp, the acrid smell of urine filling the air.

The once proud heir had disgraced himself in terror.

Robin glanced at him with nothing but contempt, shaking his head as he lifted his left hand.

Several bullets slipped from his palm, clinking as they hit the dirt.

The splatter of filth mixed with dust and urine smeared across Zayn's delicate features, leaving him in a pitiful state.

"You're just a coward. You're not even worth my effort to kill!"

In the blink of an eye, the finely crafted gun crumbled into a heap of useless metal.

Zayn lay sprawled in a puddle of filth, his humiliation evident. Catherine gazed down at him with disappointment, shaking her head. "Zayn, you will never earn my respect."

"Master Ramsey ... " Hannibal hesitated, bowing awkwardly before Robin.

Robin gave no response.

The vast plaza was filled only with the quiet rustling of wet wipes against hands, the suffocating silence pressing down on everyone.

"Renee, Shirley, we're leaving." Robin wiped his hands clean, then firmly grasped Joanna's and Shirley's hands, leading them out of the plaza without a second glance.

As if in response, the sky rumbled, and the heavy storm clouds finally split apart. Streaks of lightning illuminated the stunned expressions of those left behind.

Catherine watched Robin's retreating figure, sorrow filling her eyes as tears streamed down her face.

"Grandpa!" Zayn scrambled to his feet. "Tonight, I'll show you my proposed strategy for the World Military Strategic Seminar—"

Nigel let out a bitter laugh, cutting him off. "I don't have the time or interest. Do whatever you want with it."

Zayn turned toward Hannibal, his voice desperate. "If Grandpa won't look at it, then Dad, will you—"

"Enough!" Hannibal slapped Zayn's face. "You've disgraced yourself completely!"

Zayn wiped the dirt from his cheek, his expression defiant. "Robin didn't lay a hand on me. That means he knows his place! Grandpa is Lord Westeria—he wouldn't dare to kill me!"

"You're beyond saving!" Catherine said through gritted teeth, wiping away her tears.

"Master Ramsey didn't spare you out of fear! He simply found you too insignificant to bother with! To him, you're not even worth the effort!"

Meanwhile, Elliott followed Robin closely. "Master Ramsey ... "

Robin didn't respond. Without turning back, he waved a hand and strode out of the plaza with unwavering determination.

Orson's weathered face twisted in fury. "Execute every last one of the Fields—immediately!"

The deafening roar of gunfire erupted, blending with the crackling thunder overhead. The suffocating tension in the plaza shattered as justice descended like a storm.

The Fields paid the ultimate price for their treachery, corruption, and cruelty.

Nigel and Orson exchanged glances, sighing heavily. "What a disgrace!"

Zayn turned to Nigel again. "Grandpa, I'll reflect on my mistakes and send you regular reports on my self-improvement."

Nigel let out a dry chuckle. "Don't bother. Do whatever you want."

Just then, the screech of tires tore through the air.