The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1121

The guests in the cruise ship's restaurant were utterly stunned.

Despite the mystery surrounding the Divine Drakebane's appearance, his exploits in Sakurania were the stuff of legend.

In a four-day campaign of vengeance, he wiped out the Clerys and Rivers families, defeated the Northern Star Sword School, and killed Bastien Folker, his son, and Master Gauthier Lysaght.

He also defeated the sword master Elijah Denver atop Mount Fuoco, took on three air squadrons from the Rivers family, and bombed three of Sakurania's 88 Fleet.

The fact that Aeron had managed to secure the support of such a legendary figure for the Tobreoca Biotech was nothing short of astonishing.

Thorne, Eryndor, and all the guests in the restaurant were immediately captivated, their eyes fixed on the CEO of the Tobreoca Biotech.

If the Divine Drakebane truly supported Aeron, no one would dare challenge his claim to the Glenoril agent position in Southeast Aurientia.

Rita's abrupt laugh jolted everyone.

Eryndor nearly tumbled from his chair in surprise.

"Do all Elarians boast so shamelessly?" she scoffed.

"Someone as pathetic as him? Mr. Ramsey wouldn't even bother acknowledging his existence! Claiming the Divine Drakebane's support? Absurd!"

Rita deliberately raised her voice, her provocative words drawing the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

"And as for Elaria's so-called number one fighter, he's nothing but a shadow of a warrior. I could take him down with a single, effortless move!"

Her words grew increasingly inflammatory, almost as if she was trying to stir up chaos on purpose.

Is she deliberately courting the wrath of Valysar Lab, the Tobreoca Group, and Thorne all at once?

That is insane.

Each of those groups has the power to crush her.

Several women at nearby tables were gripped by a palpable fear.

They shifted away, eager to distance themselves from any perceived association.

They dreaded the fallout of Thorne's fury, terrified it might drag them down too.

They shot Robin pitying, disdainful glances, silently lamenting his disastrous choice of company.

Only Daphne and Vera understood Rita's intentions.

They knew she wanted to expose Aeron's lies and hold them accountable.

Daphne glanced at Robin, who remained absorbed in the information relating to Glenoril, and was oblivious to the commotion.

Aeron's eyes, radiating a chilling animosity, locked onto Rita.

Their plan to leverage the fearsome reputation of the Divine Drakebane to intimidate Eryndor and Thorne was swiftly unraveled by Rita's single, devastating remark.

It was downright absurd.

"Who dares to spout such blatant lies?" Eryndor bellowed, jabbing a finger in Rita's direction. "Are you tired of living?"

"Are you accusing me?" Thorne growled, his brow darkening with a deep scowl.

Rita arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Isn't it painfully obvious?"

Thorne's laugh echoed coldly, more like a predator's snarl than amusement.

"Apologize sincerely, and I might overlook your ignorance. I don't fight women."

A suffocating silence fell over the restaurant.

Rita scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain. "Apologize? Are you out of your mind?"

"Rita, enough with these fools," said Robin nonchalantly, "Where's my fruit platter?"

"Yes, Mr. Ramsey," Rita replied, signaling a waiter. "Bring our platter now!"

Holy cr*p.

This man has ignored the presence of Eryndor, the CEO of Valysar Lab, and Thorne, the number one fighter in Elaria.

He has also outrightly called them fools.

Ordering fruits at this critical moment?

Is it an act of reckless defiance or plain suicidal madness?

What a bunch of clueless fools.

How dare they disrespect Elaria's number one fighter on this ship?

They are doomed.

Isn't that the Divine Drakebane who had destroyed Sakurania?

What's a legend like him doing here? Eryndor's bold words suddenly seemed like a death wish. How dare he, just a CEO of Valysar Lab, show such reckless arrogance?

Thorne's anxiety spiked as he realized the gravity of the situation—he had just threatened the legend's attendant.

His arrogance wouldn't earn the Divine Drakebane's respect—instead, it would lead to the downfall of his entire family.

"On your knees!" Thorne yelled, kicking the guards to the floor. "How dare you disrespect Mr. Ramsey? I'll make sure you're executed myself!"

He then dropped to his knees before Robin. "I was completely unaware of your esteemed presence, my Lord. I beg for your mercy!"

What is happening?

Thorne's sudden submission plunged the restaurant into an unnerving silence.

What is going on?

The number one fighter in Elaria is kneeling—actually kneeling and bowing?

Is this some twisted ritual before a swift execution?

Eryndor, Aeron, and Ryden were completely stunned by the scene unfolding before them.

The women at the neighboring table covered their mouths, eyes wide with shock.

What a bizarre night!

Thorne's kneeling posture had an eerie, almost unnatural grace.

Eryndor, his mind spinning from the unexpected turn of events, hurried over to Thorne. "Mr. Winterstrike, what's the meaning of this? Surely, there must be some mistake?"

"Shut your mouth!" Thorne bellowed, his voice filled with rage.

"Silence!" he roared again. "How dare you disrespect Lord Drakebane? Valysar Lab will face my wrath for this!"

Eryndor's face went pale. "Lord Drakebane? H-He... he's the legendary Divine Drakebane?"