The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230 Spiral Heights on a Rainy Night
At 11 PM, Harmonfield's March night held onto the last chills of spring, the cold wind biting as it whipped through. A light drizzle began to fall.

Along the lonely mountain road leading to Villa One in the Dawnspire Heights Estates, figures in black clothing slipped past, vanishing like shadows into the wind and rain.

A Hummer sped up the road. Inside, Robin glimpsed a few fleeting shapes through the rain, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Rowan, kill the headlights and go down the fork toward Dragon Ridge Valley."

"Yes, Mr. Ramsey."

Rain splashed up as the Hummer rounded a curve on Dawnspire Mountain. Then, with a rush of wind, it disappeared into the dark valley, leaving the mountain path silent again.

The men in black in the valley instantly grew alert and quickly scourred several mountain paths in search of Robin.

"General, the target is gone," one of them promptly reported to Jack.

Moments later, they spotted the Hummer speeding out of a junction ahead, racing toward the Peak of Dawnspire Mountain.

The dozen of black-clad figures confirmed that their target had reappeared.

They immediately resumed the pursuit, following the Hummer at a distance as it headed toward the summit.

At the treacherous curve of Spiral Heights, the Hummer gradually came to a stop.

A dozen strangers emerged from three Mercedes. Anthony, accompanied by an elder close to his own age, approached swiftly. "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Ramsey," he greeted.

Robin stepped out of the car, with Rowan standing beside him, holding a large black umbrella.

"Jason, come over here and kneel before Mr. Ramsey!" Tristan instructed, motioning to Jason, who was hiding behind him.

Jason stepped forward shakily, preparing to kneel, but Robin said indifferently, "It's fine; that matter is in the past."

Tristan quickly responded, "Thank you for your forgiveness, Mr. Ramsey. The Neville family is willing to give its all in your service to vanquish any threats."

Robin glanced at the older man before him and replied impassively, "Tristan, there's nothing owed between the Neville family and me. Are you sure you want to get involved in this mess?"

Tristan bowed and replied, "Mr. Ramsey, Cassian Chapman is the son-in-law of the Neville family. My daughter Mavis Neville is also a member of the Phoenix Vanguard."

"Years ago, Cassian made a solemn vow that the Phoenix Vanguard would always regard Mr. Ramsey with respect. The disciples of Phoenix Vanguard would serve Mr. Ramsey for life."

"With this vow, we will never betray you!"

"Now, that scoundrel Drogo has allied himself with the Dark Lord, inciting the Phoenix Vanguard disciples to come and kill Mr. Ramsey. The Neville family will not stand by idly!"

"Mr. Ramsey, the Neville family is willing to battle for you!"

A girl of about 16 or 17 beside Tristan looked at Robin in confusion. She furrowed her brows, asking, "Grandpa, who is this person? What about the Divine Drakebane?"

Anthony immediately broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly stopped her. "Ms. Neville, please don't say such things."

Tristan spoke sternly, "Jane, don't talk nonsense. Hurry up and pay your respects to Mr. Ramsey. He is the renowned Divine Drakebane."

This girl was Tristan's eldest granddaughter and Jason's sister, Jane Neville.

Jane stared, mouth agape, utterly stunned.

She simply couldn't believe that the man standing before her, who looked about the same age as her brother Jason, could be the renowned Divine Drakebane!

"Mr. Ramsey, please forgive my granddaughter's ignorance; she meant no disrespect," Tristan said apologetically.

Robin glanced at the girl, a faint smile crossing his lips. "It's fine. Kids will be kids."

"Who are you calling a kid?" Jane protested, clearly unconvinced. "Grandfather, you must be mistaken. How could Divine Drakebane be so young? I don't believe it!"

"Jane, don't be rude. Bow to Mr. Ramsey," Tristan said, exasperated.

Jane looked Robin up and down, challenging him. "You and I are almost the same age. How could you be so powerful? Are you just riding on your mentor's or family's reputation?"

"Without support from our Neville family, would the Phoenix Vanguard really be anything?"

"Jane, enough nonsense!" Tristan said, flustered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Keep acting up, and I'll make you leave!"

Seeing that her grandfather was truly angry, Jane quickly said, "Alright, Grandpa. I'll bow to him."

She stepped forward and sized Robin up, giving a half-hearted salute. "Greetings, Mr. Ramsey. Since you're so impressive, are you bold enough to face me in a match?"

Robin didn't respond.

Tristan stepped forward, positioning himself protectively in front of her. "I apologize, Mr. Ramsey; I've spoiled my granddaughter too much ... "

Robin replied indifferently, "It's nothing. It's a good thing to be genuine."

He glanced at the shadowed area ahead, then looked back at Tristan. "They've arrived. Are you sure you're prepared to handle both the Phoenix Vanguard and the Brookhaven Martial Alliance?"

Tristan's body trembled slightly, but a determined spark lit in his eyes. "For Mr. Ramsey, the Neville family will go all out."

Robin gave a nod. "Good, then!"