The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246 Your Life Has Started the Countdown
In the dimly lit bar on the second floor, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the bustling first floor.

Robin scanned the crowd in the upstairs lounge, his eyes landing on a familiar face.

It was Finn, a disciple of the Alliance.

After the fierce battle at Spiral Heights, the Alliance had disbanded.

Most of its members had scattered from Harmonfield and Brookhaven, seeking their own paths.

Finn himself hails from the provincial capital.

Today, he was accompanying a few childhood friends from home to the Marion Club to check out the new model from Rashea.

Meanwhile, Finn caught sight of Robin.

He had been laughing and joking with his friends, but the moment he saw Divine Drakebane, his expression turned cold, nearly purple, and his teeth began to clatter in fear.

The shock that Robin brought was indelible.

Though Finn had not witnessed the bloody events at Dragon Ridge Valley firsthand, the horrors he witnessed at the Harmonfield Hotel had etched themselves in his memory forever.

Finn had once believed that Kyler and Ronald represented the pinnacle of strength in the world.

However, Robin's appearance shattered all of his previous beliefs.

The terrifying presence of Robin had left a deep psychological scar on Finn.

At that moment, facing Robin, Finn instinctively lowered his head, a chill running down his spine.

What is Robin doing here?

Did he come to eliminate all the disciples of the Alliance?

From the corner of his eye, Finn stole a glance at Robin, who seemed indifferent to him.

Only then did Finn dare to slowly lift his head.

He felt a slight sense of relief when he saw Robin walking toward a corner table.

The tall and handsome Robin attracted attention once more, drawing gasps and excited whispers from the crowd.

Finn's companions were a group of young men from the provincial capital, all notorious for their unruly behavior.

Among them was Ralph Preston, the heir of the Preston Group, who held a leadership position among the group.

Next to Ralph sat Andrew Lambert, whose family owned a boxing gym in the provincial capital, boasting three franchises of fight clubs within Brookhaven.

With his skills and family background, Andrew often stuck close to Ralph.

The rest of the group were second-generation scions of noble families from the provincial capital.

With a chorus of beautiful women gasping, the young men turned their gazes toward Robin.

Although they frequented nightclubs and social events and had met many attractive people, none had ever encountered someone with Robin's extraordinary aura and striking looks.

Jealousy stirred within them.

Under the scrutinizing stares of the crowd, Robin approached a middle-aged man with thick hair and sat down.

"Darkwolf, we finally meet," he said.

"Divine Drakebane?" The middle-aged man slowly raised his head, astonishment written across his face, though he maintained an outward calm.

Darkwolf studied Robin closely under the dim bar lights.

He found it hard to believe that the legendary and terrifying Divine Drakebane was so youthful and handsome.

Anyone unaware of Robin's background would never associate him with terms like murder, cruelty, and bloodshed.

This was a man who had shaken the entire World of Darkness in just a few years since his debut.

Darkwolf realized he had to take him seriously.

After a brief assessment of Robin's strength, Darkwolf felt no oppressive aura emanating from him.

Instead, Robin seemed almost ordinary.

It left Darkwolf questioning how someone like him could navigate the World of Darkness and instill fear in the most elite assassin organizations, such as the Phoenix Vanguard and the Dark Night Alliance.

In the years he had spent retreating into the mountains, had the World of Darkness become so weak?

After he scruntinized Robin, he smiled and asked, "Divine Drakebane, are you truly this confident?

"Have you heard of the Soul Collector from many years ago?"

"I'm not interested in any legends," Robin replied in a playful manner, while pouring himself a cup of tea and smiling.

"How much does the Phoenix Vanguard offer that motivates you to track me down to Draconia and risk your own life?

"Now that I'm here, why not make your move?"

Darkwolf's eyes lit up. He felt an unusual energy surrounding him—military or police surveillance.

There were powerful figures watching closely.

With disdain, Darkwolf regarded Robin.

"Lord Drakebane, I never expected someone like you to rely on the police to dance around me. Isn't that rather pathetic?

"However, this is useless to me.

"I have thrived in the underground world for many years without defeat, because I'm faster than anyone else at killing, but my ability to escape is unmatched worldwide. The most important skill for an assassin is survival. If you can assassinate your target and escape, then you are a true Assassin King. Even with all this military backing, they won't catch me.