The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197 Crawl Under Me
Everyone in the Violet Private Club looked at Robin with mocking eyes.

A guy rolling up in a cheap Land Rover, daring to cross someone like Dane, huh? They could only imagine the humiliation he was about to endure.

A group of men and women laughed gleefully, waiting for the spectacle of Robin crawling under Dane's legs.

Some of the women had already pulled out their phones, eager to capture the moment and share it on social media.

"Hurry up and crawl, now!" a woman in a pink miniskirt taunted, her phone poised and ready to record.

She struck a smug pose, her voice dripping with disdain. "What's the hold-up? Need to give a little speech before you crawl?"

"Haha!"

Laughter erupted around her, filling the room.

It was like a pack of hyenas circling what they thought was easy prey.

Robin raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself, "Looks like Raymond's going to have to pay for this."

Dane sneered, taking a deep drag on his cigarette and blowing smoke in Robin's direction, clearly amused. "You really think a big shot like Raymond gives a damn about trash like you?"

He laughed, mocking him. "What a joke. You actually think you're someone important, huh?"

The crowd laughed even harder, almost falling over each other.

The woman in the pink skirt snapped photo after photo, narrating the scene with glee. "This guy actually believes he's worth something!

"God, I've never heard anything more delusional!"

Robin nonchalantly waved away the smoke and fixed Dane with an icy stare.

"Here's the deal。 Get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. Then, maybe, I'll let this go."

A shocked silence fell over the room.

Was he seriously demanding an apology from Dane, a ninth-degree black belt in Taekwondo?

Dane's expression darkened, his face twisting with scorn. "Did I hear that right? You want me to get down and beg?"

He cracked his neck, smirking as though amused by some private joke. It was clear he thought he could flatten Robin without breaking a sweat.

"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that?" Dane spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "You even know where you are? This is the Violet Private Club, not some street corner where you can hustle your little sales pitch.

"Now, crawl under me and get out of here while you still can, or you're leaving this place on a stretcher."

The woman in the pink skirt couldn't contain herself as well. "Mr. Bennett just told you to crawl under him! What are you waiting for? Do it now! I've got my phone ready to go live!"

Another woman nearby, dressed provocatively, laughed as she eyed Robin with exaggerated delight. "Oh, honey, I can't wait to see you scurry under Mr. Bennett like a little lapdog. That's just the kind of entertainment I came for tonight."

But Robin didn't move. His calm defiance seemed to frustrate the crowd even more. "Are you going to crawl or not?" the pink-skirted woman demanded, her tone sharp with impatience. "If you keep this up, Mr. Bennett's gonna make you regret every second you wasted!"

"God, you really must be brain-dead if you thought you could just waltz into our circle and disrespect Mr. Bennett," she sneered, her voice rising above the crowd as she egged on the growing mob.

This kind of woman clearly had her sights set on a wealthy partner.

Her showy behavior was likely aimed at attracting the attention of men like Dane or one of the other wealthy young men in the club.

Meanwhile, Dane was beginning to feel the pressure.

He had expected Robin to meekly obey and crawl under him by now.

However, Robin hadn't moved an inch.

In fact, the way Robin held his ground almost seemed to overshadow him.

Behind Dane, a few of the other men were laughing and taunting him.

"What are you waiting for, Dane? This guy clearly doesn't know his place. Just teach him a lesson and toss him out!"

Dane had initially intended for Robin to crawl under him and leave it at that.

After all, this was Raymond's venue, and he didn't want to cause too much trouble.

To his surprise, Robin refused to back down.

His unexpected defiance put him in a difficult position.

Men and women encircled him, their jeering laughter echoing as they waited for him to make a scene.

If he backed down now, he'd lose his reputation in front of everyone.

And in his world, reputation was everything.

The Bennetts' survival hinged on the support of Harmonfield's elite.

To maintain their status, he needed to find a way to maintain his reputation. Without it, the Bennetts were nothing.

Gritting his teeth, Dane finally snapped. "Alright, kid, since you're too stupid to know when to back down, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."

He lifted his leg and aimed a powerful kick at Robin's head.

The crowd instinctively stepped back.

They didn't want to get blood on their designer clothes if Dane's kick made a mess.

But Robin didn't even flinch. He calmly raised a hand and caught Dane's ankle mid-kick, holding it firmly in place.

Dane's face twisted in shock.

He'd been practicing martial arts for over a decade, and he hadn't expected his kick to be stopped so easily.

His ankle felt like it was locked in a vise. "Wha–? Let ... let go of me!" Dane stammered, struggling to pull his leg free.

Robin smirked. "Let you go? It's too late for that."

Still seated, Robin casually kicked Dane's other leg out from under him.

There was a sickening crack as Dane's legs split into a forced split, sending him crashing to the floor in agony. He rolled on the ground, clutching his groin, his face twisted in pain.

The crowd, who had moments before been eagerly anticipating Robin's humiliation, stood in stunned silence.

This was not the outcome they had expected.

For a moment, the Violet Private Club was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Dane lay on the floor, writhing in pain. Through gritted teeth, he managed to snarl, "You ... you bastard! You're dead! I'll make sure you regret ever laying a hand on me!"

Robin calmly took a napkin and wiped his hands, his expression cool and indifferent. "Regret? I don't think so."

The women in the crowd who had initially looked down on Robin now stared at him with something close to admiration.

His words and actions embodied true masculinity.

Whether Robin's claims were genuine or just bluster didn't matter.