The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 245 Marion Club

Robin casually handed the access card to Vera and said, "Here you go."

Vera smiled at his generosity. "You didn't even ask me what I need the villa for; you just handed me the card?"

Stretching lazily, Robin replied, "It's just a villa. If you need it, then go ahead. Why bother asking your reason? "You could stay there forever if you wanted. What's the big deal?"

Vera paused before bursting into laughter.

Such cheeky remarks were classic Robin.

He talked about a villa worth billions as if it were just a regular house.

He casually said it was hers to borrow, and her heart swelled with joy. Yet curiosity gnawed at her.

Robin's identity remained shrouded in mystery.

One thing was certain: that Robin was a powerful figure, a hidden titan.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

It baffled Vera how Alice insisted he was a nobody, a mere commoner.

Were the Millers and Alice blind to the truth?

How could they fail to see the impressive figure Robin truly was?

In Harmonfield, influential figures from both the underworld and the elite showed Robin the utmost respect.

Shirley and Daphne, two goddess-like women, treated Robin like a master, bowing to his every whim.

They regarded him with the reverence reserved for a king.

Yet there was Alice and those fools from the Millers, parading around proclaiming that they were on a different level from Robin, claiming to be elite members of high society. They were unaware that their wealth held no value to someone like Robin.

Alice, what gives you the right to look down on Robin?

Haha! It's laughable!

Vera chuckled to herself, finding the thought amusing.

Robin, observing Vera's silly grin. He pouted and said, "It's just a villa. Is it really that exciting?

"You should rest; I'm going home."

Vera was taken aback and asked, "What? You're leaving this late?"

Robin nodded, picking up his jacket.

Vera pouted, "I'm not going to eat you here."

Robin shrugged his shoulders and said, "Maybe not, but who knows? Anyway, get some sleep. Bye!"

Before Vera could respond, he vanished without a trace.

Fuming, Vera stomped her foot. "That j*rk! Does he really not want to be with me?"

Sarah entered the room, raising an eyebrow. "Vera, what's going on with you two?

"You appeared quite intimate just now, as though you were—"

Vera interrupted, hitting Sarah playfully. "Shut it! It's nothing like that. I just asked him to help me with a massage."

"A massage? You nearly strip yourself naked. Who are you fooling?" Sarah teased, pinching Vera's soft thigh.

Vera was too annoyed to care.

The more she explained, the messier it got; it was easier to let Sarah think what she wanted.

"Are you jealous or what?"

Sarah's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Definitely jealous! Just sharing the bed once with a man like Robin would be worth it!" Vera playfully kicked Sarah's rounded behind. She teased, "You and your flirty attitude! I might have to keep an eye on you.

"Or else, before I know it, Robin might run off with you!"

Sarah laughed, "You better watch out for that! Hahaha!"

"Honestly, Vera, I used to think Robin was just an ordinary guy, but now he feels so mysterious.

"Did you see those impressive soldiers? They actually came to protect him!

"Vera, do you even know what Robin does?

"From the way those soldiers talked, it sounded like the world's top assassins are after him!

"Is Robin some kind of super criminal?"

Vera chuckled and said, "You're overthinking it!

"If he were an international criminal, the Draconia police would have caught him by now. Why would he still be around?

"I need to sleep now; I can't keep chatting nonsense with you."

After Sarah left, Vera toyed with the access card.

Suddenly, she realized that the card would only get her through the gate of the Dawnspire Heights Estates.

Area One required biometric identification.

If her details weren't entered into the system, she wouldn't get past, even with the card in hand.

She quickly picked up her phone and demanded, "Robin, you gave me the access card, but I can only reach the villa's perimeter. I can't actually get inside!" Robin, just leaving the Silva Tower, replied, "Oh, I completely forgot about that.

"Come to my office tomorrow noon, and I'll help you to key in your info at the villa.

Hearing Robin's answer made Vera smile. She asked, "Aren't you worried I might just move into your villa and never leave?"

"Then don't leave. What's there to worry about?" Robin said indifferently.

"It's a big villa; if you like it, stay."

With that, he hung up.

Vera heard the dial tone and muttered, "That j*rk! Can't he say one more thing?" Despite everything, her mood was cheerful.

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After exiting the Silva Tower, Robin examined the message he received from the Dark Web.

It wrote Harmonfield Boulevard, West Sea Area's Marion Club.

An image of a black wolf's head accompanied the message.

With a light chuckle, he muttered, "Haha! Darkwolf, tonight is the last night of your life."

At two thirty in the morning, Harmonfield was bustling with nightlife, especially on Rich Street in the West Sea Area.

With a black wolf head tattoo on his wrist, a middle-aged man strolled leisurely through the midnight breeze.

His features carried distinctive characteristics that belonged to a resident of Skeola-a medium build with pale skin. His wolf-like, ominous eyes scanned the crowd of scantily clad women.

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This man was the Soul Collector, Darkwolf, the number one assassin of the world-renowned killer organization, Wolfshade.

Though he appeared to be casually searching for beauty, inside he was filled with tension.

Wolfshade had given him the mission to enter Draconia and kill the infamous Divine Drakebane.

This was a high-risk mission for both him and the organization, a long-awaited challenge.

After lying low for years, Darkwolf found the underground world of assassins somewhat foreign to him.

To prepare for this, he had completed two high-profile jobs in Northern Escea before coming to Draconia.

He was confident in his skills.

Years spent away from the underground meant he had heard plenty about Divine Drakebane's impressive exploits.

He was the recognized most ruthless fighter in the World of Darkness.

To date, no powerful assassin or organization had been able to bring him down.

Last night, Darkwolf witnessed Robin showcasing his exceptional skills from a distance.

He felt a twinge of fear about this assassination.

Robin had defeated an international-level assassin using less than ten percent of his strength.

This thought lingered in Darkwolf's mind.

The information from Wolfshade's headquarters seemed vastly different from the Robin he had encountered.

A flicker of fear crept into his heart-a feeling he had never experienced before since starting his career.

His instincts warned him that attempting to assassinate Divine Drakebane would not end well.

As he enjoyed the cool night breeze

and watched the alluring women around him, Darkwolf suddenly

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Sa chilling gaze fixed on him

from a short distance away.

He felt as though a fierce beast was gradually approaching him.

It was Divine Drakebane!

Darkwolf focused his mind, searching for the two threatening presences coming his way.

What powerful killing intent!

But in an instant, he smirked, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.

Divine Drakebane is just that!

After tonight, there would be no more legends of Divine Drakebane in this world!

I'm the Assassin King!

Your life will end in my hands, Divine Drakebane.

Darkwolf turned abruptly, glancing behind him, then vanished into the mesmerizing shadows of the neon lights.

Trying to run? Robin, already walking along West Street, smirked inwardly.

Darkwolf, now that you're here, you'll never leave.

The underground world of assassins would never see the Soul Collector again.

Despite being the world's top assassin with countless kills and being dubbed the Assassin King, you should have never crossed paths with me.

With his hands behind his back, Robin strolled leisurely into the bustling nightclub district.

Even at this late hour, West Street was still ablaze with lights and noise.

Numerous nightclubs lined the street, where scantily dressed women were a common sight.

After walking a short distance, several young and beautiful women approached, eager to chat him up.

Robin ignored them completely, continuing to navigate through the lively club district, searching for Darkwolf's scent in the crowd.

The dazzling lights of the West Sea nightclubs illuminated the street in vibrant colors, highlighting Robin's

tall figure and handsome face, giving him an otherworldly presence.

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He appeared like an angel strolling from the vast depths of the starry sea, capturing the attention of a group of young women whose hearts raced at the sight.

Robin glanced toward the most luxurious nightclub in the West Street area, the Marion Club.

Hmm! There it is!

He stepped into the Marion Club, where a throng of attractive women flocked to him.

Without acknowledging the eager flirtations, Robin walked into the club's grand hall.

Marion Club was the most extravagant nightclub on West Street, filled with opulent decor and dazzling lights.

The air was thick with the seductive sounds of music, wrapping around the guests like waves.

Laughter, lively chatter, and enticing scents filled the hall.

Navigating through the bustling crowd in the hall, Robin moved directly inward, tracking Darkwolf's presence.

He had pinpointed Darkwolf's location-he was on the second floor.

Confirming Darkwolf's position, Robin continued deeper into the club.

As he approached, the clusters of people parted naturally, allowing him to ascend the stairs amidst the astonished gazes of both men and women.

Upon reaching the second-floor bar, Robin scanned the surroundings.

There, Robin spotted Darkwolf seated at a nearby table.