The Deadly Assassin Robin
Chapter 197

Chapter 197 Crawl Under Me

Everyone in the Violet Private Club looked at Robin with mocking eyes.

A guy rolling up in a cheap Land Rover, daring to cross someone like Dane, huh? They could only imagine the humiliation he was about to endure.

A group of men and women laughed gleefully, waiting for the spectacle of Robin crawling under Dane's legs.

Some of the women had already pulled out their phones, eager to capture the moment and share it on social media.

"Hurry up and crawl, now!" a woman in a pink miniskirt taunted, her phone poised and ready to record.

She struck a smug pose, her voice dripping with disdain. "What's the hold-up? Need to give a little speech before you crawl?"

"Haha!"

Laughter erupted around her, filling the room.

It was like a pack of hyenas circling what they thought was easy prey.

Robin raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself, "Looks like Raymond's going to have to pay for this."

Dane sneered, taking a deep drag on his cigarette and blowing smoke in Robin's direction, clearly amused. "You really think a big shot like Raymond gives a damn about trash like you?"

He laughed, mocking him. "What a joke. You actually think you're someone important, huh?"

The crowd laughed even harder, almost falling over each other.

The woman in the pink skirt snapped photo after photo, narrating the scene with glee. "This guy actually believes he's worth something!

"God, I've never heard anything more delusional!"

Robin nonchalantly waved away the smoke and fixed Dane with an icy stare.

"Here's the deall Get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. Then, maybe, I'll let this go."

A shocked silence fell over the room.

Was he seriously demanding an apology from Dane, a ninth-degree black belt in Taekwondo?

Dane's expression darkened, his face twisting with scorn. "Did I hear that right? You want me to get down and beg?"

He cracked his neck, smirking as though amused by some private joke. It was clear he thought he could flatten Robin without breaking a sweat.

"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that?" Dane spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "You even know where you are? This is the Violet Private Club, not some street corner where you can hustle your little sales pitch. "Now, crawl under me and get out of here while you still can, or you're leaving this place on a stretcher."

The woman in the pink skirt couldn't contain herself as well. "Mr. Bennett just told you to crawl under him! What are you waiting for? Do it now! I've got my phone ready to go live!"

Another woman nearby, dressed provocatively, laughed as she eyed Robin with exaggerated delight. "Oh, honey, I can't wait to see you scurry under Mr. Bennett like a little lapdog. That's just the kind of entertainment I came for tonight."

But Robin didn't move. His calm defiance seemed to frustrate the crowd even more. "Are you going to crawl or not?" the pink-skirted woman demanded, her tone sharp with impatience. "If you keep this up, Mr. Bennett's gonna make you regret every second you wasted!" "God, you really must be brain-dead if you thought you could just waltz into our circle and disrespect Mr. Bennett," she sneered, her voice rising above the crowd as she egged on the growing mob.

This kind of woman clearly had her sights set on a wealthy partner.

Her showy behavior was likely aimed at attracting the attention of men like Dane or one of the other wealthy young men in the club.

Meanwhile, Dane was beginning to feel the pressure.

He had expected Robin to meekly obey and crawl under him by now.

However, Robin hadn't moved an inch.

In fact, the way Robin held his ground almost seemed to overshadow him.

Behind Dane, a few of the other men were laughing and taunting him.

"What are you waiting for, Dane? This guy clearly doesn't know his place. Just teach him a lesson and toss him out!"

Dane had initially intended for Robin to crawl under him and leave it at that.

After all, this was Raymond's venue, and he didn't want to cause too much trouble.

To his surprise, Robin refused to back down.

His unexpected defiance put him in a difficult position.

Men and women encircled him, their jeering laughter echoing as they waited for him to make a scene.

If he backed down now, he'd lose his reputation in front of everyone.

And in his world, reputation was everything.

The Bennetts' survival hinged on the support of Harmonfield's elite.

To maintain their status, he needed to replace a way to maintain his reputation. Without it, the Bennetts were nothing.

Gritting his teeth, Dane finally snapped. "Alright, kid, since you're too stupid to know when to back down, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."

He lifted his leg and aimed a powerful kick at Robin's head.

The crowd instinctively stepped back.

They didn't want to get blood on their designer clothes if Dane's kick made a mess.

But Robin didn't even flinch. He calmly raised a hand and caught Dane's ankle mid-kick, holding it firmly in place.

Dane's face twisted in shock.

He'd been practicing martial arts for over a decade, and he hadn't expected his kick to be stopped so easily.

His ankle felt like it was locked in a vise. "Wha-? Let ... let go of me!" Dane stammered, struggling to pull his leg free.

Robin smirked. "Let you go? It's too late for that."

Still seated, Robin casually kicked Dane's other leg out from under him.

There was a sickening crack as Dane's legs split into a forced split, sending him crashing to the floor in agony. He rolled on the ground, clutching his groin, his face twisted in pain. The crowd, who had moments before been eagerly anticipating Robin's humiliation, stood in stunned silence.

This was not the outcome they had expected.

For a moment, the Violet Private Club was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Dane lay on the floor, writhing in pain. Through gritted teeth, he managed to snarl, "You ... you bastard! You're dead! I'll make sure you regret ever laying a hand on me!"

Robin calmly took a napkin and wiped his hands, his expression cool and indifferent. "Regret? I don't think so."

The women in the crowd who had initially looked down on Robin now stared at him with something close to admiration.

His words and actions embodied true masculinity.

Whether Robin's claims were genuine or just bluster didn't matter.

He had proven himself, commanding respect with his sheer presence.

No one dared to judge him based on the perceived value of his car.

Robin sneered, looking down at Dane. "I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it."

With a look of utter disdain, he lifted his foot and brought it down hard on Dane's shin. In the stillness of the club, the sickening crack of bone echoed, and it was clear-Dane's leg was shattered. The Violet Private Club fell into a dead silence.

For these high-society types, Dane's black belt and martial arts skills had always made him one of the most formidable among them.

But against Robin, he was nothing.

Robin's victory was swift and decisive.

With a single, brutal maneuver, he had brought Dane down.

Every face turned to Robin, sitting calmly on the couch, a faint, almost amused smile on his face.

One young man, still processing what he'd just seen, blurted out, "You ... you didn't have to go that far!"

Robin looked at him with icy calm. "Oh, really?"

His gaze sharpened as he recognized the guy who had been one of the loudest in goading Dane earlier. "Weren't you the one shouting the loudest a minute ago? Come here, I've got something to discuss with you." The young man, pale-faced, instinctively took a step back. "W-what do you want?"

Before he could make a move, Robin was already there with a blur of motion. The next moment, the young man's face smashed against the cold marble floor, his body pinned by Robin's foot pressing down on his neck.

"You like bullying the weak as a group, don't you?" Robin said coldly. "Well, let's see how you like being on the receiving end."

With that, he drove his heel into the young man's face, crushing his nose.

Blood pooled on the floor as the young man rolled away, clutching his ruined face and screaming in agony.

This disfigurement would become his permanent reminder of the encounter. The wealthy young man would carry this scar for the rest of his days.

The Violet Private Club was deathly quiet, aside from the desperate, guttural cries of the man Robin had just disfigured.

Everyone else looked on in shock, their legs trembling, bodies paralyzed with fear.

They stared at Robin, now more like a predator in their eyes than a person. Who was this man? How could he be so ruthless?

Robin's gaze swept across the room, landing on the other young men who had been laughing and taunting him moments before. He raised a finger and pointed at each of them. "Here's your chance. Kneel, bow, and beg. Then crawl out of here. Maybe I'll let you go." Immediately, with a chorus of terrified gasps, seven or eight of them dropped to their knees.

Their faces pale, they stammered, "We're sorry! We were just joking, we barely even know Dane ..."

At that moment, the main doors of the club swung open, and three figures stepped inside-Daphne, Rita, and Rowan.

Seeing the scene laid out before them, they quickly assessed the situation.

Daphne's expression turned icy. "D*mn it!"

Everyone in the room froze, their eyes widening with disbelief.

Was that Daphne West, the queen of Violetcrest International? And her two top enforcers?

What were they doing at Raymond's club?

Could it be that the "important guest" Raymond had invited tonight was none other than Daphne herself?

Inside the Violet Private Club, the crowd of rich young heirs stared wide-eyed at the three figures who had just entered.

Every one of them recognized the trio, yet none of them had ever been close enough to actually interact with people of this caliber. Rowan walked swiftly over to Robin, bowing his head respectfully. "Mr. Ramsey, let me handle this situation."

Robin simply nodded and sat back on the couch.

Daphne and Rita took their places beside him with expressions as cold as steel.

The entire room was electrified with shock.

Here were Harmonfield's elite-the city's queen and her trusted lieutenants-standing by Robin as though they were his guards.

How could this be?

Was this really the same man who drove a modest Land Rover?

Could he possibly be here to "sneak into" the Violet Private Club and mingle with these wannabe high-society heirs?

As the crowd gawked, Rowan turned toward the men who had been kneeling on the ground moments ago.

Without a word, he delivered a brutal roundhouse kick that sent them sprawling, each man clutching his face as he writhed in pain on the marble floor. Blood splattered across the polished stone.

Robin's gaze shifted to the woman in the pink miniskirt who had been the loudest instigator. "That face of hers... she doesn't deserve it anymore." His voice was icy, sending chills down everyone's spine.

The other club-goers shivered involuntarily, realizing this man had no qualms about dealing with anyone, regardless of gender.

Without hesitation, Rowan strode over to the woman.

Seeing him approach, her face went pale, and she collapsed to her knees. "I-I didn't know who you were ... I'm so sorry... please, forgive me... I was wrong..." Rowan's face remained impassive as he grabbed her by the hair. Without mercy, he slammed her head down against the marble floor.

With a sickening crack, the marble split beneath her face.

Her scream echoed through the silent club as her features were ground into the floor, blood spreading across the fractured stone.

The room was filled with an oppressive silence, so thick that everyone could almost feel the weight of it pressing down. No one dared to lift their heads.

Inwardly, they all cursed Dane. What kind of person had he provoked here?

Whoever this man was, he clearly commanded more than just respect. Even someone as ruthless as Rowan showed him deference.

They'd all been part of the mocking chorus just moments before.

Now, each of them feared the possibility of Robin pointing his finger in their direction. If he did, it would be over.

At that moment, Raymond came hurrying in from the club's private rooms, his face lit up with excitement. He'd been eagerly awaiting the arrival of his special guest.

But as he stepped into the scene before him, his heart plummeted.

What on earth had happened here?

"What the hell is going on?" Raymond's mind raced, trying to process the devastation in his usually pristine club. He'd worked hard to bring Robin here as an honored guest. Who was the idiot that had ruined everything? Fury and confusion boiled within him as he silently vowed, Whoever did this is going to pay.