The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261 Warrior King, Conrad
Robin didn't feel compelled to justify himself to her.

He had a strong dislike for women who acted like they were wiser than everyone else, always trying to enforce their beliefs on those around them.

These women stubbornly viewed their lives as the ideal standard, critiquing others' decisions through their narrow lens of righteousness.

They failed to recognize that without truly experiencing another person's life, how could they comprehend their challenges?

A person who lacked understanding and empathy for the world around them was, in essence, afflicted by a form of ignorance.

If it weren't for Marrisa and Brenda, this flight attendant would have merely been a brief encounter in the crowd.

Although she had some appeal, it was insufficient to capture Robin's interest.

Their meeting was purely coincidental.

He saw no point in wasting his breath defending himself to her.

"Don't you think what you just said sounds a bit shameless?" Alison questioned Robin, unyielding in her pursuit despite his apparent indifference.

"Think whatever you want." Robin shrugged, attempting to bypass her and continue on his way.

As he walked away, Alison's disdain only grew.

Is he too afraid to confront me, trying to escape the awkwardness?

She let out a chilling laugh, feeling even more repulsed by him.

What had started as the potential for a relationship had turned into nothing but disappointment.

"If you were a real man, you'd demonstrate your worth through your own skills!

"Not by begging an older woman for a few paltry dollars.

"No matter how powerful, wealthy, or talented she is, what you're doing is pathetic!

"You had the guts to stand up to four thugs from Demberoa on the plane.

"Why can't you show the same bravery when faced with my questions?

"With your skills, you could achieve what you want on your own.

"Why stoop to such disgraceful behavior?"

Unable to tolerate Robin's dismissive nature any longer, Alison chased after him, allowing her frustration to spill over.

Robin turned to face the furious Alison, shaking his head in resignation.

"Are you done?

"I've already said that if that's how you perceive me, then that's your reality.

"I have no ties to you, so why should I need to explain anything?

"Move aside!"

Alison was caught off guard by Robin's haughty and icy attitude.

What a shameless man!

He's relying on others, yet he still has the audacity to act superior.

Carrying a suitcase, Robin entered a bank in Chinatown.

He deposited 300,000 into Marrisa's account.

After leaving the bank, he headed to the Dreamscape Bar in the southern part of Chinatown.

Having walked a fine line for years, Robin's heart had grown cold and calloused.

Yet, the mere thought of the Dreamscape Bar brought a warmth that softened his hardened demeanor.

As he strolled through Chinatown, illuminated by the golden rays of the setting sun, he was flooded with memories of Anna's innocent smile from seven years prior.

That year was full of youthful energy.

Robin hadn't yet been ensnared by the allure of nightlife or worldly pleasures.

A sweet, innocent love had nearly defined his youth.

Those memories were etched deep in his heart, refreshing like a mountain spring—pure and untainted.

No matter how far he wandered, he could never forget.

Dreamscape Bar wasn't among the upscale entertainment spots in Chinatown.

This mid-range establishment didn't feature pricey bottles of Lafite or extravagant décor.

Consequently, the wages for the employees were far from generous.