The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 910

Chapter 910 Every Man in the World Lets Me Have My Way
The VIP hall at the Qacalisle International Convention Center was unusually still, broken only by the sharp, echoing sound of a slap.

The members of the summit meeting's organizing committee stood frozen in confusion, their attention snapped to Abner, the mercenary captain from Weronnia, as he continued his bizarre actions.

The room was filled with powerful leaders from various regions and elite mercenaries, the best of the best.

Each person present was capable of commanding an entire battalion on their own, which explained their prideful nature.

So, when a seasoned mercenary like Abner, under everyone's gaze, groveled and slapped himself across the face, it was nothing short of perplexing.

Abner's strange behavior quickly became the center of attention, drawing sharp looks from his Weronnia teammates, who looked furious and eager to intervene.

Yet, amidst the chaos, their diplomatic officer stayed unnervingly calm. He stepped forward, moving toward Jackson, who had just arrived, and addressed him coldly.

"Mr. Pryce ... " he began, his voice firm.

He explained the incident involving Robin and their mercenary captain, demanding that Jackson immediately force Robin to apologize to Abner. "If you don't, we'll file a formal complaint and call for your team's expulsion from the event."

Jackson shrugged nonchalantly, his expression unchanged. "Sorry, I can't do that. And as for your threat of expulsion, with your team's reputation, I seriously doubt you have the influence to make that happen."

There was a hint of satisfaction in Jackson's tone as he spoke, almost as if he was enjoying the moment.

"You'll regret this, Mr. Pryce!" the Weronnia diplomat snapped, his face flushed with anger.

Jackson, now fully confident, shot back without hesitation. "Regret? Save that for someone who cares."

At that moment, Jackson was done holding back. "No more Mr. Nice Guy," he muttered under his breath. "Next time you show us disrespect, I'll punch you in the face."

Two of Jackson's massive bodyguards, towering at nearly six and a half feet tall, stepped in front of him, creating a barrier between Jackson and the diplomat.

The diplomat stumbled back, clearly intimidated by their imposing presence. He pointed a shaky finger at Jackson. "Alright, alright ... You're bullying me. I'll go speak to Captain Pierre!"

Jackson was unfazed. His career was nearing its end anyway—what did it matter?

He had spent years being the polite, well-mannered "gentleman," only to be taken advantage of. But no more.

"Hahaha ... "

Jackson's laughter filled the hall, echoing off the walls as the room fell silent.

Trix and Zayden, still trying to process the situation, gave Jackson an approving thumbs-up. "Mr. Pryce, you're on fire!"

For the first time in ages, Jackson felt unburdened.

In this rare moment of liberation, a thought crossed his mind—a quote from a legendary figure. "Life is fleeting. Live it boldly, and leave quietly. That's the right way to live!"

The Weronnia diplomatic attaché, fuming with anger, found himself momentarily paralyzed when faced with Jackson's challenge.

The reason for his hesitation was the imposing figure of Jethro standing behind Jackson—a man with deep connections and influence.

Jethro was the heir of Lord Quintana, a name that carried weight.

Years ago, the fierce and courageous Draconian warriors had fought their way to the top, stepping over the corpses of their foes to claim victory.

The attaché struggled with the urge to swallow his pride, but with all eyes fixed on him, he couldn't endure the humiliation.

As his discomfort grew, his eyes unconsciously shifted to Pierre, the captain of the Sea Lion Force, standing nearby.

The diplomat rushed over to him, his voice trembling. "Mr. Pierre, you see what's happening here? Please, as a respected figure in our region, help us resolve this!"