The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236 Hot Pot Haven
At six in the evening, Vera and Robin arrived at the newly opened Hot Pot Haven on the outskirts of Harmonfield.

The restaurant was bustling with people, and every table was filled.

"This newly opened hot pot restaurant is doing quite well," Robin said, smiling as he glanced around at the bustling scene, where nearly every table was occupied.

At that moment, he noticed several pairs of eyes filled with murderous intent fixed on him. It seemed that the assassins from the dark world had indeed arrived in Harmonfield.

Taking in the enticing aroma, Vera hooked her arm through Robin's, proud. "Of course! Only the best for my recommendations!" A few days ago, the company executives raved about this place—the food was fresh, affordable, and top-notch service.

"So, I thought I had to bring you here to try it," she said excitedly. "Come on, let's go in! It's on me today—you can order whatever you want!"

Before long, a staff member from the hot pot restaurant approached them, leading them to the front desk to register. They received a table card for Table 9.

Savoring the rich smells wafting through the air, Vera closed her eyes in delight. "Just the aroma's making me hungry!"

"Waiter," she called, "we'll start with a mixed pot, and then bring us a selection of your best dishes!"

The server hesitated momentarily and cautiously asked, "Miss, we have hundreds of dishes on our menu. Won't it be too much to order one of each?"

Robin nodded in agreement. "It would be a bit excessive. Let's start with twenty dishes—ten meat and ten vegetables. And make sure the hot pot base has a strong flavor. Also, grab a few bottles of drinks for us."

Vera pouted. "With such good food, why no alcohol?

"You can drink a little if you want," Robin replied, "but keep it limited! I don't want to end up carrying a drunk home."

As the waiter left, Vera grinned mischievously. "So, no drinking because you want a clear head for something, hmm?"

Snap! A plastic toy bullet suddenly flew toward Vera's eye. Robin's hand darted up, catching it mid-air.

He looked over to see a ten-year-old boy holding a toy gun, ready to shoot again, while his parents praised him non-stop.

Vera stood up and addressed them politely. "Hi, excuse me. You're his parents, right? With so many people here, a toy gun like that could hurt someone."

Vera's words were interrupted as the boy's mother immediately reacted defensively.

"What do you mean by that? It's just a toy gun, and the bullets are only made of plastic pellets. What's the big deal? You're being overly sensitive!"

Vera froze, not expecting such a reaction. "I was just giving you a heads-up for your own good. You don't need to be rude."

The boy's father frowned and jabbed a finger at her, "What are you gonna do about it? You'll regret it if you say another word about my kid."

Robin glanced at the family, then calmly pulled Vera back to their table.

"Don't pull me! They're so ... " Vera was frustrated, shocked that the parents were so unreasonable, and Robin just pulled her away.

"Forget it," Robin said, motioning for her to relax. "We're here to eat. It's not worth getting upset over people like that. Our food's almost here."

Vera rolled her eyes at Robin and reluctantly sat down, muttering, "I was just trying to give them some friendly advice about their child. What if he ends up hurting someone with a bad temper? The kid could be in real trouble."

Robin chuckled, "His parents don't seem to mind. Why should you?"

After a moment, she took a deep breath and conceded he was probably right. Around them, other diners shook their heads at Robin.

"This guy has no backbone. Letting his girlfriend get treated like that?"

"Yeah, what a pushover!"

"Not really. You saw how unreasonable that family was. He's probably just avoiding a scene."

Meanwhile, seeing Robin and Vera back down, the boy's parents continued praising their son. "Our baby is amazing!"

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Under his parents' encouragement, the boy kept running around the restaurant with a toy gun in hand, creating chaos.

The security guard at the hot pot restaurant saw the boy running around and hurried over to his parents, advising, "Please keep an eye on your child. The hot pot broth is very hot; it could cause serious burns if he runs into it."

Immediately, the boy's mother became furious. "Isn't this hot pot restaurant supposed to be a combination of leisure and dining? My little angel is so well-behaved; what could possibly happen? If you keep talking nonsense, I will file a complaint against you!"

The boy's father quickly joined in, defending his wife and berating the security guard as well.

The guard, reluctant to argue further, backed down to avoid losing his job.

Just as he finished speaking, a server carrying a steaming pot of broth walked by.

The boy was having a blast, dashing around the crowded aisles of the hot pot restaurant.

He ended up crashing right into the server, who was balancing the hot broth.

The server was taken aback.

Given the angle and position, that scalding pot of broth would surely drench the boy from head to toe.

With such hot broth, the child would either end up with severe burns or worse.

In a panic, the server quickly turned, spilling the pot of boiling broth onto her foot.

Thankfully, it only scalded half of her foot.

She ended up sitting on the floor in shock.

Seeing this, the boy deliberately started to cry loudly.