The Deadly Assassin Robin
Chapter 184

Chapter 184 Killing You Is Like Crushing a Bug

On the second floor of the Wright Mansion in the city government compound.

Martin was deeply immersed in a chess game with Jack, the two locked in a fierce battle that filled the room with tension.

After an intense game, Martin once again found himself in a hopelessly passive position.

He frowned, looking at the irreversible defeat in front of him, shook his head and said, "Jack, you never give me a break. Can't you let me win just once?" Jack laughed. "You kept insisting that I shouldn't hold back. I'm just following your orders and playing ruthlessly.

"You can't go back on your word; it's just hypocritical!"

Martin chuckled. "You really never learn to adapt! Just wait until our chess master arrives in Harmonfield; then we'll see how tough you really are!"

"Grandpa, General Grayson, you're all here!" Freya exclaimed as she hurried in from outside.

Martin looked up at Freya and asked, "Have you delivered all the invitations for the banquet?"

Freya nodded. "I've basically delivered them to everyone on the list.

"Grandpa, I went to Robin's place to personally deliver his invitation today, but I ran into him on the way.

"At the time, he was having a conflict with Jamie from the Lynch family."

Martin furrowed his brow at this. "Is it still about that Qurgh movie star?"

Freya replied, "It's partly related to that. Jamie came to Harmonfield today with Lewis Lynch, the second butler of the Lynches."

"Lewis Lynch? What's that jerk doing in Harmonfield?" Martin raised an eyebrow. "Is he trying to cause trouble for Robin?"

"Yes, Grandpa," Freya said. "By the time I arrived, a confrontation had already begun, though no one had started throwing punches yet.

"Jamie had a bit of a spat with Vera Silva on the way, which might be related to issues between the Lynches and the Silvas.

"When Robin arrived, he sided with Ms. Silva and ended up in a heated argument with the Lynches.

"If I hadn't stepped in, Robin would have ended up fighting Lewis."

Jack asked, "So, did they actually fight?"

"No, I stopped them before it escalated. But Robin had five heavy trucks brought in and crushed three of the Lynches' Mercedes SUVS into scrap.

"I just got word that Lewis plans to take action against Robin tonight!"

A glimmer of excitement sparkled in Jack's eyes. "That's fantastic! It's a great opportunity!"

Freya was taken aback. "Mr. Grayson, what do you mean by that?"

Jack exchanged a glance with Martin and said with a smile, "You don't need to worry about that. Freya, arrange for your people to monitor Robin's every move and report to me at all times. "One thing you must remember: do not alert Robin or Lewis. Your actions must remain completely discreet!"

"Yes, General!" Freya replied, though she hesitated, unable to grasp Jack's intentions.

She didn't understand why they needed to keep such a close watch on Robin.

Martin raised his hand. "Alright, Freya, you can take care of your duties now. General Grayson and I have some matters to discuss."

Freya paused at the door and turned back.

"General Grayson, should we continue investigating the bodies at Westhill Cemetery?"

Jack waved dismissively. "That matter has already been assigned to me, so there's no need for you to worry about it."

Once Freya left the room, Martin asked, "Jack, are you still suspecting that Robin is the person you're looking for?"

Jack nodded. "For years, Dragon Palace has never stopped investigating the events surrounding the Dragon Slayer, but we're still left in a fog of uncertainty.

"If we can't uncover the truth behind those past events, Dragon Palace will continue to bear this shame.

"It's also unfair to the war hero from Draconia!

"The recent murders of the two Sakurania warriors at Westhill Cemetery are likely the work of the Dragon Slayer's descendants or his successors.

"The methods used to kill those two Sakurania warriors are strikingly similar to the Dragon Slayer's way of killing."

A look of surprise flashed in Martin's eyes. "Are you suspecting that Robin might be the one who killed the Sakurania warriors?"

Jack nodded. "I'm only speculating. Robin's demeanor and approach to situations remind me too much of that man.

"I followed the Dragon Slayer for many years. While we didn't spend a lot of time together, I still got to know his style quite well."

Martin looked at Jack. "So your plan tonight is to see how Robin reacts when Lewis tries to kill him, right?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean. If this situation confirms my suspicions, it would be my biggest breakthrough since coming to Harmonfield."

Martin frowned. "Jack, I need to ask. What if Robin isn't the person you think he is? I hope you'll ensure Robin's safety. Otherwise, I'll have to send someone to intervene!"

Jack was silent for a moment before replying. "Alright, I promise you! It's getting late, and I need to make some arrangements."

At 11 o'clock that night, Robin left Vera's place and drove back to Villa One at Dawnspire Mountain.

Shortly after departing from the city, he noticed a Toyota SUV following him at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Oddly enough, in addition to this vehicle, two other groups were shadowing him from a distance, maintaining a presence that was felt but not overly intrusive.

It seemed like it was going to be a lively night.

Robin drove while opening the message sent from the Dark Web intelligence.

It informed him that the Toyota SUV following him belonged to Lewis, the second butler of the Lynches, along with two of his bodyguards.

Additionally, a force of three intelligence operatives from Draconia's War Wolf Special Forces was involved.

Another group, consisting of about four individuals, was also tailing him.

So far, their identities remained unclear.

What was certain, however, was that this group of people were intelligence personnel from a secret organization of the Draconia military.

Robin found it strange that these two groups were tailing him.

The War Wolf Special Forces should be aligned with Freya.

Did she secretly arrange for some personnel to track and protect him after learning that Lewis intended to take action against him?

As for the motives of the other group, he couldn't get it.

Had the Draconian security department already set their sights on him?

If that were the case, taking out Lewis tonight would require some decisive and lethal methods.

Weighing the situation before him, Robin continued driving forward.

As Robin entered the mountain road to Dawnspire Mountain, the Toyota SUV suddenly accelerated past him, blocking his path at the first curve.

He slowly parked his Land Rover to the side and stepped out of the car.

Lewis and two bodyguards from the Lynches stood before him.

Robin sensed that the other two groups were also closing in.

One of these groups seemed to be using cutting-edge technological equipment to monitor and film his every move.

He was certain that these people were not associated with the Lynches.

Lewis remained oblivious to the two groups lurking nearby.

"Kid, I warned you earlier today. You offended the Lynches, offended me; there's no way you'll survive the night!" he said coldly as he approached Robin. "Do you even realize what the Lynches represent?

"You assaulted one of us and publicly crushed our cars? How ignorant do you have to be to think you could get away with that?

"If it hadn't been for Ms. Wright stepping in, you'd already be dead.

"Now I'm giving you a chance. Apologize and I'll leave you with a complete corpse!

"No need to end up dead in the wilderness feeding the wolves!"

Robin chuckled and shook his head. "Are you sure you can kill me?"

Lewis laughed loudly. "Taking you out will be a piece of cake!"

Robin smirked indifferently. "I've heard many people say that before, and they all ended up dead."

Lewis's anger flared. "Kid, killing you is like crushing a bug!"

Robin shrugged. "Alright, all this trash talk is pointless. Before you die, I want to ask you something. How did Sharon die back then?"

Lewis paused for a moment, then let out a cold laugh. "No problem, I can tell you.

"Although this is the Lynches' secret, you will be dead soon. Even if you know all the truth, what difference does it make? You will never be able to speak again, hahaha... "When Sharon left the Lynches, Old Mr. Lynch was furious.

"It was a huge embarrassment for the Lynches.

"More importantly, Sharon knew too much. She had to die.

"But the Lynches didn't take action personally. Harvey took ten million from the Lynches. He and Quincy were the ones who killed Sharon.

"Kid, I've satisfied your last curiosity. Now, it's time for you to die!"

Lewis snorted coldly, his body suddenly radiating a chilling aura of death.

As Lewis advanced step by step, Robin stood still, smiling without a word.

A mountain breeze blew by, and Robin whistled toward the sky.

The whistle's melody was ups and downs, eerie and ethereal on the quiet mountain road.

As Lewis walked, he smiled mockingly at Robin's frail figure.

In his eyes, Robin was nothing more than a living corpse.

Just seven steps away, Lewis suddenly felt a wave of suffocation wash over him.

With each note of Robin's whistled tune, his steps became heavier.

In the next instant, his limbs weakened, and his complexion turned pale!

What's happening?

In an instant, Lewis felt as if something had drained all the strength from his body.

His heart raced violently, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He could no longer move his feet.

At that moment, he was just two steps away from Robin!

However, the distance between these two steps was helplessly frozen in the dark and lonely night of Dawnspire Mountain.

Lewis would never be able to cross that distance!

Robin shook his head and chuckled. "You're just too weak!"

Lewis stared at Robin's retreating figure, his eyes filled with intense resentment!

He would die without ever understanding how Robin had managed to kill him.

As Robin got into the car, he let out a long breath.

Glancing back at Lewis, who still stood in the night wind, he smiled coldly.

Many people meet their end because of their arrogance.

The powerful roar of the Land Rover's engine suddenly filled the empty mountain road.

A gust of wind swirled as the car sped away, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

Lewis's frail body collapsed with a thud.