The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1264

With a swift motion, Robin sent Hadley, the head of the Decision Bureau, sprawling backward, effectively silencing the room.

Jethro and the others knew all too well the significance of Hadley's position.

While he wasn't born into royalty, his influence ran deep.

For years, he had climbed the ranks of the powerful elite, securing his place in the highest circles of authority.

These individuals were the true rulers, the ones who shaped the lives of the masses.

They represented the long-standing traditions of Draconia's bureaucratic system, and were its most respected and powerful members.

Given their dominance, no one dared to challenge their authority.

Yet now, Robin's strike had left Hadley dazed and completely stunned.

His bodyguards were slow to respond, only snapping into action after a momentary hesitation.

Once they regained their senses, they drew their weapons, aiming them directly at Robin.

Robin grinned, tossing a used wet wipe over his shoulder nonchalantly. "You're always so quick to draw your guns when it's your own people. But when an outsider dares to challenge you, why do you hesitate so much?

"Go ahead, shoot me! If you can't even summon the courage to kill me, that gun is nothing but a useless piece of metal!"

The sharp sound of a slap filled the air.

Misael stepped forward, swatting two of the armed guards aside with a single gesture before turning to face the others, still holding their guns.

"Hadley, are you really going to let your guards point weapons at Master Ramsey?"

A chill ran down Hadley's spine.

He finally realized that the Golden Dragon Guard, who had been quietly shadowing Robin, were now prepared for a lethal response.

The realization hit him—Robin, though not officially recognized, was a man unlike any other.

Misael's warning was unmistakable.

If Hadley's guards didn't lower their weapons, the Golden Dragon Guard would take immediate action.

"You idiots! Lower your guns now!" Hadley shouted, his face drained of color, as he threw himself in front of his guards to protect them.

Taking a steadying breath, he turned around, his voice trembling. "G-General Shivers, this is all a misunderstanding!"

Misael scoffed, his eyes unyielding. "Mr. Herrera, I suggest there are no more ‘misunderstandings.' If there are, you won't live long enough to hear another warning."

"I understand!" Hadley wiped the sweat from his forehead and rushed toward his car.

"Come back!" Robin's voice rang out, and Hadley froze, his legs shaking as terror gripped him.

This was the first time in his life that he felt such raw, paralyzing fear.

Robin moved slowly, every step deliberate, until he was standing directly in front of Hadley. With a sharp motion, he slapped him across the face. "If it weren't for you, Zayn would never have taken Lord Westeria's seat!

"Snivy would never have been able to make his reckless move.

"My fiancée, Shirley, wouldn't have been subjected to such humiliation and pain!

"Catherine would never have been scarred by fire!

"Ms. Clayton wouldn't be dead!"

"Mr. Herrera, are you familiar with my principle?"

Hadley's forehead was slick with sweat as his mind raced, regret flooding him.

He realized just how deeply he had miscalculated by crossing this terrifying man.

Another loud smack echoed through the air as Robin slapped him again.

"Touch the people I care about, and there's only one place you'll end up in—hell!

"However, this time, I won't personally deal with scum like you."

Robin glanced at his wristwatch, his expression growing colder. "By now, the higher-ups have received my letter. Your actions—corruption, collusion with the Dark Syndicate—should have you facing execution under Draconian law.

"But your colleagues don't want you to stand trial, especially not with the risk of their own involvement being exposed.

"I'd venture a guess—your most likely end, a car accident, a sudden death, or maybe a fall from a building ... Heh, you probably know better than I do.

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