The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1421

Outside Villa One, all that remained was the chilling silence and a trail of blood that soaked the stone path in front.

And Les—still standing there with his smug, arrogant sneer—seemed completely oblivious to the horror that had just unfolded.

Everyone present, along with millions of viewers watching the livestream in high definition around the world, stared at the screen in stunned disbelief.

There was no doubt anymore: this pair of lust-crazed fools had just launched themselves straight into the jaws of death.

Robin—the man who single-handedly decimated half of the Autreynia Panacea Fleet and broke through all three defensive lines of Tanqueria—was not someone to be mocked. Let alone challenged.

Especially not by the likes of them.

Did they really think waving the banner for the global good gave them the right to trample over laws, ignore decency, and take what didn't belong to them?

How foolish could someone be to believe that selfish desire cloaked in noble slogans for the sake of humanity could ever justify theft?

But Les believed it.

He truly thought the man standing before him wouldn't dare lay a hand on him—or on the woman he came here with.

Les had done his homework before arriving in this country.

Draconia, he learned, was famously hospitable. Foreigners of his complexion were welcomed with open arms and treated like royalty.

He'd heard the stories: local kids fought tooth and nail for spots at elite universities, while foreigners like him slipped in effortlessly.

Students here paid full tuition down to the last cent, but not him.

He got in for free and with a fat scholarship that paid more than some professors earned.

When locals lost a phone worth thousands, it was gone for good; the authority could never get it back.

But for someone like him? Please submit a report, and it will be returned to him promptly.

In Les's eyes, Draconia was full of image-conscious people desperate to maintain their international reputation.

Robin never needed prep before he dealt with someone.

What was he trying to do?

Then someone in the live chat cracked a joke that broke the silence. "Mr. Drakebane's just grossed out by his smell."

Smack! The sound of leather slapping flesh rang out like a whip crack.

Les dropped to his knees, completely dazed, his face swelling with pain.

Robin calmly wiped the blood off his gloves. He declared, "I'm not going to kill you right away. I'm going to ruin you—slowly.

"Some tiny-time outsider who got lucky with a visa thinks he's a big shot just because people were polite to him.

"Well then," Robin said, raising his voice for the cameras, "I'd love to see who dares say a word while I beat this piece of trash down in front of the whole world."