The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1425

Blaine was completely shaken by the overwhelming response. For a moment, he stood there, at a loss for words.

Once, he had been a dedicated academic, a man of intellect and reason. But over the years, he had become a cunning opportunist, straddling the line between research and manipulation. Though he'd earned admiration from the public and favor from his superiors, he had never experienced anything like this.

One phone call, and suddenly the higher-ups granted him approval, dispatching law enforcement units led by descendants of royalty to support his cause.

Then came the stream of response messages that made him suspect a glitch in the system.

The second-generation heirs of the Seven Great Royal Houses, seven generals, and eighteen lieutenant generals. The elite leadership of the Special Tactics Command. Investigation Division 7; the Anti-Corruption Bureau, the Twelve Dragon Soul Warriors, the Alpha Airborne Squadron of Draconia's First Military District; Brookhaven's Defense Authority. Harmonfield's Military Police Command, even the Global Scientific Frontier's Director General, Ryan Dennison himself ...

One jaw-dropping name after another flooded his phone screen like a tidal wave.

Blaine's knees buckled, sweat pouring down his back.

Yes, he'd earned some respect from his modest academic successes.

But this—this spectacle was beyond comprehension. It felt less like respect and more like a prelude to something terrifying.

He checked the names again, unable to believe what he was seeing. There was no way he had risen to such heights in Draconia—or anywhere in the world.

All this, over one complaint call? It was like ordering fast food and getting a full-blown royal feast in return.

Something felt terribly wrong.

To him, these departments didn't seem like they were here to help him. It looked more like they were coming for him and his daughter.

He glanced toward Robin, standing under the blazing noon sun, and a wave of dread exploded in his head.

That man—he was the infamous, merciless Divine Drakebane.

Even the most powerful leaders in the world wouldn't dare touch this man.

So how on earth had a mere professor like him gotten the absurd idea that he could challenge him?

Had he completely lost his mind? Trying to get himself killed?

Everyone knew who Divine Drakebane truly was—Ruler of the Dragon Palace.

And Blaine? Just a scholar who had somehow convinced himself that he was invincible. All of this, over a petty feud with a man who could topple nations.

This was suicide—plain and simple.

Fame and ambition are double-edged swords.

Without character or conviction to balance them, they can easily spiral out of control—like a wild horse with no reins.

And when that happens, there's only one destination: hell.

He thought about how, after becoming famous, he had done everything to rake in money, manipulating young women desperate enough to trade their bodies for grades and social standing.

A life of indulgence and shallow pleasures.

And somewhere along the way, the dreams and ideals he once held had vanished without a trace.

If someone ever wrote his biography, the title would be simple: From Professor to Predator.

"Dad? What's wrong?"

Verda noticed her father trembling like he was strapped to a vibrating machine, clutching his phone, urine running down his leg. She gave him a hard tug.

"They replied! With so many law enforcement departments on the way, we've got nothing to worry about! Drakebane can't get away with his violence now. This villa is mine. Once I marry Les, we'll have the wedding right here!"

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