The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1272

At the same time, Garren and Simmond approached Robin, both bowing low, their voices filled with desperation.

"Divine Drakebane, I beg you, please have mercy!

"This is certainly not the intention of the Mecria Royal Family ... "

Robin scoffed, a sarcastic laugh escaping him. "General Hartwell, spare me the empty words and pretend you're not hiding behind your lies.

"I see right through the Mecria Royal Family's schemes!

"You've already revealed the true face of your so-called noble knights, so stop wasting time with your excuses!

"I'm not one of those spineless officials who will bend to you.

"Angering Divine Drakebane will cost you more than you could possibly imagine!"

Garren's face flushed a deep red, and he bowed even lower, his body trembling with humiliation.

The years he had lived felt utterly insulted by these manipulative politicians.

"Divine Drakebane, please, just give me some time. I promise to provide you with a proper response, or I'll end my own life here, right in front of you!"

Inside the Secret Intelligence Division, the air thickened with tension, and a chill ran down everyone's spine.

Only one person could make someone as powerful as Garren, Mecria's highest-ranking knight, beg in such a way, and that person stood right before him.

With Robin's quiet consent, Garren immediately moved to a corner, grabbing his personal phone and dialing the Royal Family directly.

In an instant, the phone lines in the Secret Intelligence Division were overwhelmed.

On the 30th floor, over three thousand phones rang nonstop, each call filled with urgency and fury.

The calls came from the missile launch base, the 22nd Special Air Service Regiment, and every department in Mecria, all demanding answers and venting their frustrations.

A flood of secretaries rushed into the 30th floor.

"Mr. Raylen, the missile base is on the line!"

"Mr. Raylen, the Special Air Service Regiment is calling ... "

"Mr. Raylen, the Highest Security Defense Office is on the line ... "

...

Mecria's Deputy Prime Minister Raylen could hardly contain his shock. His emotions swirled in chaos.

This was the first time in his political career he had faced such a brutal reality.

The polished manners, the civility of political circles, were often veils over bloodshed, ruthlessness, and manipulation.

But now, Raylen was confronting the consequences of his own choices, and he couldn't escape the reckoning.

He didn't have time for reflection, as the phone rang again, and he quickly picked it up.

Philippe Potwin, the Cabinet's chief advisor, was seething. "Raylen, you have completely failed!

"As head of the negotiation team, how could you let everything fall apart like this?

"Do you realize that Mecria lost two missile bases and an elite air assault regiment in less than ten minutes?

"Why didn't you give in before Divine Drakebane lost his temper?"

"Fuck!" Raylen muttered under his breath, his frustration building. The truth was, he hadn't even had a chance to make his move when Divine Drakebane saw through him.

You fools in your offices, sitting behind your desks—you don't have a clue what's really happening.

You think Divine Drakebane is someone you can manipulate with some polite words?

A legendary killer like him doesn't care about our pathetic diplomacy.

It's simple—either you bring something worthwhile to the table, or he'll destroy you.

God, we don't even belong in the same league as him! What are we even doing here?

You think bending the regulations will work? You've lost your mind!

Raylen slammed the phone down, cursing under his breath. What have these idiots been doing all this time?

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