The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1433

Shirley had never been one to argue or fight, but seeing her daughter slapped snapped something inside her.

She lunged forward to protect Carrie. "How can you be so cruel? You hit a kid!"

The woman in white snarled like a wild dog, grabbing Shirley's pale, flowing hair in a harsh grip. "So what if I hit you? I hit people like you—filthy lowlifes!

"You actually blocked my car—that's punishable by death!"

Jaron, watching his mom and sister being attacked, tried to push the white woman away but was shoved hard to the ground by the black-clad man.

Brenda and Joanna moved to defend Shirley and Carrie but were stopped by the same burly man.

The white woman yanked Shirley's hair, slamming her head against the van's side.

Just as she raised her hand to strike again, Jaron scrambled up and threw himself in front of his mother.

The woman slammed her sharp heel down on Jaron's back with brutal force, blood instantly soaking his clothes.

"Stop it!"

Brenda and Joanna struggled against the man blocking them, desperate to get through.

But the black-clad man was a mountain of muscle—they couldn't break free.

Still wild with rage, the woman in white kicked out toward Shirley's face with full force.

Before the woman in white's foot could reach Shirley, Robin appeared in a flash, delivering a powerful kick that sent her flying across the street.

In an instant, Coastal Avenue fell deathly quiet. Every head turned toward the man with the long white hair standing there.

Though his features were hidden, a fierce and oppressive energy radiated from him—a brutal force thick with the stench of blood.

Even from more than ten yards away, that raw, violent aura stirred deep fear in everyone, causing their bodies to tremble.

"Dad! She's a witch! She hit me, and my brother, and Mom, and Aunt Joanna too!" Carrie burst into Robin's arms, crying hard.

The crowd quickly realized who he was—the kids' father.

They couldn't help but wonder how the parents already had white hair when their kids barely seemed older than three or four.

The car they drove was something modest and nothing fancy for a place like Qacalisle Island.

Some who recognized the man in black grew worried about Robin's family.

His name was Lennox Whitmore, the chief of Qacalisle Island's Metropolitan Police Department, a top official in the police department, and cousin to Kelsey, the island's chief manager.

In recent years, Kelsey's family had risen rapidly from commoners to one of the island's most influential clans.

At first, Qacalisle Island had been calm and orderly.

But everything shifted three years ago.

The old-timers felt it—the island was slipping back into its darker past.

They recalled when Divine Drakebane took control, offering a vision for a better future.

A place where healthcare was affordable, children went to school, young people could buy homes, schools were safe from bullies, villages were free of tyrants, no one disappeared without explanation, and corruption was rooted out.

No gangs, no wrongful imprisonments.

The weak found protection, the strong didn't prey on them, talent was nurtured, and hard work got its due.

Society was balanced, freedom of speech was respected, and everyone had the right to choose their path, beliefs, and desires.

But after rumors spread that Divine Drakebane had fallen, a dark shadow descended upon this island.

Qacalisle Island reverted to a brutal, lawless place.

Gasps and screams burst from the crowd.

Everyone stared, horrified, at Robin's long white hair as he turned his back on them. No one had expected anyone to dare brutalize the chief like that.

Even more shocking, Robin had disarmed Lennox and forced him to kneel in front of the crowd.

When the Metropolitan Police arrived, they would shoot at Robin to kill.

Those officers had been personally trained by Pierre, the legendary warrior of Autreynia.

This fight was about to explode.

"Shirley, it's okay. Take Jaron and Carrie back to the car and wait for me," Robin said, scooping them up and settling them inside.

"Joanna, Brenda, get in the car too. Close the curtains—I don't want Jaron or Carrie see me kill."

Joanna shivered sharply.

She wanted to argue, but the words caught in her throat.

She knew her brother was a born killer—he had to be ruthless to survive.

This whole thing was about to spread like wildfire. Even if the woman in the white car survived, news of Divine Drakebane's return to Qacalisle Island would reach every corner of the world.

Divine Drakebane was back.

If Robin didn't take down a few villains now, it wouldn't be enough to scare off those hunting the dragon-slaying dagger.

Brenda shivered suddenly. "Joanna, go watch over them in the car. I'll stay here with Robin."

Robin glanced at the curtains, wiped his hands with a wet wipe, and stepped toward the white car woman, who lay slumped on the ground not far away.