The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 196

Chapter 196 This Bumpkin Wants to Crash Our Circle
Robin looked around, confused. "Why should I move my car? Isn't this a parking lot?"

"Of course it's a parking lot," the security guard snapped, waving his baton at Robin's car with obvious irritation. "But it's not for cars like yours! Now move along!"

It was as if the sight of Robin's Land Rover was an insult to his eyes. "Soon, real cars are going to arrive, and with your junk parked here, you're blocking their way in!"

Robin stared back at him, unruffled. "If this is a parking lot, where else am I supposed to park if not here?"

The guard snorted, pointing at the surrounding vehicles. "Are you blind? Do you even see what kind of cars are parked here? With a beat-up piece of junk like yours in the middle, aren't you embarrassed? I sure as hell can't stand looking at it. Now get out of here!"

Robin glanced around the parking area and found that there were plenty of open spots.

He smirked slightly and said, "Calling my car junk, huh? What do you drive?"

Caught off guard, the guard stammered, "I ... I take the bus."

Just then, a loud honking interrupted them.

A Lamborghini roared into view, the engine revving aggressively.

A young man, his face contorted in annoyance, leaned out the window and barked, "Are you kidding me with this? Get this heap out of my way! I can't even park! Get it out of here!"

Recognizing the Lamborghini driver, the guard's expression immediately softened into a deferential smile. "I apologize, Mr. Bennett. Your spot's ready. Please wait just a moment while I get this junk out of the way."

Turning back to Robin, the guard's face darkened again. "Move your car. Mr. Bennett needs to park here."

Robin raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the guard's fawning attitude. "I'm here for the club event too. Why shouldn't I park here? And I don't plan on moving. You can figure it out."

The guard's anger flared as he pointed his baton at Robin. "Are you trying to start trouble?

"Listen up, this is the Hamptons Private Club. If you want to cause a scene, you've picked the wrong place. Now move your car!"

Dane Bennett, the Lamborghini driver, grew increasingly irritated as Robin made no move to leave. He climbed out of his car and smacked his hand on the hood of Robin's Land Rover.

"What kind of trash pulls up here? Move this heap already!

"Tonight's an important event. We're expecting a high-profile guest, and I'm telling you—messing with me is one thing, but if you mess up his night, you'll regret it."

Robin raised an eyebrow, noting his arrogant posture. This guy was practically begging for a lesson.

Without another word, Robin stepped out of his car and gestured toward the guard. "My car is parked right here. Do your job and keep an eye on it. Otherwise, you'll be the one in trouble."

With that, Robin turned and started walking toward the club.

The guard was left dumbfounded.

Who does this guy think he is? He's driving a car that's maybe worth only 100 grand, and he's acting like he owns the place?

Dane, still fuming, glared at Robin's back. "You think you can just ignore me? Leave now, or I'll turn your precious Land Rover into a pile of scrap metal!"

Robin didn't bother acknowledging the threat, continuing his calm walk toward the entrance.

Dane's rage only grew.

This lowlife in a beat-up SUV thinks he can disrespect me, huh?

He ran after Robin and aimed a hard kick at his back.

Robin didn't even flinch as if he knew the kick would miss by a mile.

He couldn't be bothered with such crass behavior.

Dane, thrown off balance, stumbled forward, his kick hitting nothing but air.

Humiliated, he yelled, "Stop right there! Do you even know who you're dealing with?"

Robin kept walking, barely registering the outburst.

People like this would eventually end up getting a real lesson, sooner or later.

Humiliation burned through Dane.

This nobody, this insignificant speck of dust, had dared to mock me, to challenge my authority!

You'll regret this. I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget.

Now furious, Bennett charged forward again, this time launching a full-force roundhouse kick aimed at Robin's head.

But once again, Robin didn't even pause.

Dane's kick sailed past, and he nearly lost his balance, crashing into the ground.

He trembled with rage.

He then launched himself at Robin with a furious 360-degree spin kick, but the attack missed its mark.

The force of his own move threw him off balance, sending him sprawling to the ground in an embarrassing heap.

As Robin walked calmly away, Dane's fury boiled over.

"Hey!" he shouted, pointing after him. "Who do you think you are? Stop right there!

"Do you even know who I am? I'm Dane Bennett, the owner of Honorbound Taekwondo Club, the biggest Taekwondo club in Harmonfield! I challenge you to a fight!"

Robin didn't even bother to turn around. "You're not worth my time," he said dismissively, continuing on his way.

The security guard rushed to Dane's side, his face etched with concern. "Mr. Bennett, are you alright?"

Dane angrily shook off the guard's grip. "Seriously, a broke nobody in a beat-up Land Rover dares to ignore me? I'll turn his junk into scrap metal!"

The security guard thought Dane was just bluffing.

But to his shock, Dane actually went back to his car, pulled out a metal rod, and started bashing the Land Rover with all his strength.

The guard watched in horror, his heart racing.

Did a car worth hundreds of thousands, smashed up just like that?

Under Dane's relentless assault, the once-intact Land Rover quickly became a wreck, barely recognizable.

But even after battering it, Dane still felt unsatisfied with how Robin had dismissed him.