The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 910 Every Man in the World LetsHave 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 becthe 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 tyou 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 tin 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 nthat 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!" As soon as the Weronnia diplomatic attaché spoke, all the onlookers turned their attention to Pierre.

They believed that if Pierre stepped forward, attendees from every corner of the world would show him respect. Feeling the weight of their expectant gazes, Pierre knew it wouldn't sit well if he remained silent.

After shesitation, Pierre finally called out to Robin, "Hey, stop right there! You ... " But Robin, unbothered, kept walking toward the conference hall, completely ignoring Pierre's command.

Pierre's annoyance was immediate, his brows knitting in frustration.

"Stop right there!" A woman, dressed in revealing clothes, suddenly stepped into Robin's path, her gaze fierce and filled with authority.

"Didn't you hear Captain Pierre? Apologize now!" she demanded, her tone commanding.

Robin glanced at the strikingly dangerous woman in front of him, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. "You're givingorders? Who do you think you are? Move aside!" en Find She was Mona Shay, the leader of Scentialand's Poison Poppy Special Forces.

Mona had earned the nickn"Venomous Beauty" in the mercenary world. She was not only stunning but also known for her ruthless nature.

Her frustration grew as Robin blatantly dismissed her.

"What kind of underhanded tactics did you use on Captain Fairbank earlier?" she demanded sharply.

"Captain Pierre wants you to lift Abner's restrictions immediately!" Robin smiled coldly. "Did you stop to think about your position before speaking? "You're just a nobody, and you think you can tellwhat to do? "Move, before I lose patience with you!" Mona faltered for a brief moment.

How dare this man treatthis way! What kind of arrogant fool wouldn't immediately show respect? He must be trying to hide his insecurity by acting all serious and tough!

She let out a derisive laugh, m straightened her posture, and taunted him, "Funny I remember ve yesterday when you were up against Asher from the Cattells, you left your teammates behind and ran off in the middle of the battle. "Heh, you're just a coward who acts tough only around people like Abner, huh?

"Letremind you, Captain Pierre is a legend in our world of mercenaries. You refuse to follow his orders, and you're not even worried he'll have you begging for mercy?" "Get out of my way!" Robin didn't even feel the need to react to the woman's arrogance. His challenging attitude only seemed to provoke Mona more.

"Every man in the world letshave my way. Don't you think you're being incredibly rude, ignoringlike this?" she hissed.

Robin sighed, uninterested in her . "Go away! I don't have tto watch someone like you make a fool of yourself."

Mona suddenly let out a tic, almost seductive laugh. "Well, well, Π this is interesting! thought you were just another weakling, but it seems like you have a bit of fire in you? Now you've caught my attention, hahaha QUMS It was rare for any man to make Mona feel this way, except for Pierre.

Robin's behavior sparked something new in Mona.

Without warning, she stopped laughing, kicked off her shoes, and pointed at him. "Put my shoes on for me, and maybe you'll get to inviteto dinner tonight..."