The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1129

"Ms. Shania, you didn't follow through on your promise to Mr. Ramsey?" Conall couldn't believe she had done something so reckless.

Going back on a deal with Robin was a surefire way to invite destruction—not just for herself, but for her entire family.

Shania scoffed. "Why would I honor an agreement with a con artist?

"I knew from the start it was a scam. Do you think I'm that gullible?"

"But ... " Conall struggled to reason with her stubbornness. "Mr. Ramsey isn't just some ordinary man. If you deceive him, you'll be in serious trouble!"

Bran sneered. "Trouble? From a fraud?

"If he dares come here to threaten Ms. Shania, I'll put my fist right through him!

"He needs to learn that the people of Elaria aren't pushovers. We're not the type to be intimidated!"

D*mn. How ignorant could he be? The difference between someone with a small-minded perspective and someone who truly understood the world was staggering.

Bran, who had built his reputation off of Dubh's influence, actually thought he could take on Divine Drakebane with a single punch. Laughable.

Conall frowned slightly.

Bran had been spoiled by the flattery of those who praised him for his family's status, making him arrogant and reckless.

He had no idea what kind of existence Robin truly was.

As Divine Drakebane, Robin commanded a presence that someone like Bran, a mere opportunist, couldn't even begin to comprehend.

Conall had witnessed Robin's strength firsthand.

During two military exercises on Qacalisle Island, Robin had displayed such overwhelming dominance that even the war gods from elite battle teams worldwide had been utterly overshadowed.

They all knew—Robin was someone you simply couldn't afford to cross.

And his recent battle in Sakurania? It had shaken the world. Even the most powerful sects and high-ranking politicians now kept their distance.

He wasn't just a warrior; he was a living legend.

Even Elijah had been powerless against him. As for Bran? He wasn't even worth mentioning.

Despite his bravado, Bran was merely a showman. Yet here he was, claiming he could take on Robin with a single punch.

Even if all the top martial artists in Elaria stood against Robin, they wouldn't stand a chance.

Conall exhaled, keeping his tone even. "Mr. Glenns, Mr. Ramsey isn't just some third-rate thug. His influence is immense.

"Even the Sword Saint of Sakurania lost to him. Do you think you can take him down with one punch?"

Bran's expression darkened. "Conall, are you mocking me?" He scoffed. "With my prestigious family background and sect backing, you're in no position to lecture me!"

Conall chuckled. "Bran, let's be real—your reputation in Taekwondo only exists because of Mr. Keegan's influence.

"Your so-called skills are only impressive within Elaria's borders.

"Step outside, and you'll realize just how insignificant your name is.

"Do you honestly think everything you boast about—your status, your wealth—was built by your strength?"

Bran's face twisted with rage. "You dare insult me?" He pointed a shaking finger at Conall. "If this weren't Ms. Shania's celebration, I'd put you in your place right now!"

"Mark my words, once the banquet is over, I'm challenging you to a duel!"

Conall smirked. "Fine by me. If you're not afraid of embarrassing yourself, I'm more than happy to oblige."

Then his voice turned cold. "But let me warn you—if your arrogance ends up dragging Nine Stars Group into a disaster, you'll be the one to blame.

"If you do that, you won't just be pushing Ms. Shania into the abyss—you'll be dragging Nine Stars Group and the Coyles down with her!"

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