The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 196 Chapter 196 This Bumpkin Wants to Crash Our Circle Robin looked around, confused. "Why should I move my car? Isn't this a parking lot?" "Of course it's a parking lot," the security guard snapped, waving his baton at Robin's car with obvious irritation. "But it's not for cars like yours! Now move along!" It was as if the sight of Robin's Land Rover was an insult to his eyes. "Soon, real cars are going to arrive, and with your junk parked here, you're blocking their way in!" Robin stared back at him, unruffled. "If this is a parking lot, where else am I supposed to park if not here?" The guard snorted, pointing at the surrounding vehicles. "Are you blind? Do you even see what kind of cars are parked here? With a beat-up piece of junk like yours in the middle, aren't you embarrassed? I sure as hell can't stand looking at it. Now get out of here!" Robin glanced around the parking area and found that there were plenty of open spots.

He smirked slightly and said, "Calling my car junk, huh? What do you drive?" Caught off guard, the guard stammered, "I ... I take the bus." Just then, a loud honking interrupted them.

A Lamborghini roared into view, the engine revving aggressively.

A young man, his face contorted in annoyance, leaned out the window and barked, "Are you kiddingwith this? Get this heap out of my way! I can't even park! Get it out of here!" Recognizing the Lamborghini driver, the guard's expression immediately softened into a deferential smile. "I apologize, Mr. Bennett. Your spot's ready. Please wait just a moment while I get this junk out of the way." Turning back to Robin, the guard's face darkened again. "Move your car. Mr. Bennett needs to park here." Robin raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the guard's fawning attitude. "I'm here for the club event too. Why shouldn't I park here? And I don't plan on moving. You can figure it out." The guard's anger flared as he pointed his baton at Robin. "Are you trying to start trouble? "Listen up, this is the Hamptons Private Club. If you want to cause a scene, you've picked the wrong place. Now move your car!" Dane Bennett, the Lamborghini driver, grew increasingly irritated as Robin made no move to leave. He climbed out of his car and smacked his hand on the hood of Robin's Land Rover. "What kind of trash pulls up here? Move this heap already! "Tonight's an important event. We're expecting a high-profile guest, and I'm telling you-messing withis one thing, but if you mess up his night, you'll regret it." Robin raised an eyebrow, noting his arrogant posture. This guy was practically begging for a lesson.

Without another word, Robin stepped out of his car and gestured toward the guard. "My car is parked right here. Do your job and keep an eye on it. Otherwise, you'll be the one in trouble." With that, Robin turned and started walking toward the club.

The guard was left dumbfounded.

Who does this guy think he is? He's driving a car that's maybe worth only 100 grand, and he's acting like he owns the place? Dane, still fuming, glared at Robin's back. "You think you can just ignore me? Leave now, or I'll turn your precious Land Rover into a pile of scrap metal!" Robin didn't bother acknowledging the threat, continuing his calm walk toward the entrance.

Dane's rage only grew.

This lowlife in a beat-up SUV thinks he can disrespect me, huh? He ran after Robin and aimed a hard kick at his back.

Robin didn't even flinch as if he knew the kick would miss by a mile.

He couldn't be bothered with such crass behavior.

Dane, thrown off balance, stumbled forward, his kick hitting nothing but air.

Humiliated, he yelled, "Stop right there! Do you even know who you're dealing with?" Robin kept walking, barely registering the outburst.

People like this would eventually end up getting a real lesson, sooner or later.

Humiliation burned through Dane.

This nobody, this insignificant speck of dust, had dared to mock me, to challenge my authority! You'll regret this. I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget.

Now furious, Bennett charged forward again, this tlaunching a full-force roundhouse kick aimed at Robin's head.

But once again, Robin didn't even pause.

Dane's kick sailed past, and he nearly lost his balance, crashing into the ground.

He trembled with rage.

He then launched himself at Robin with a furious 360-degree spin kick, but the attack missed its mark.

The force of his own move threw him off balance, sending him sprawling to the ground in an embarrassing heap.

As Robin walked calmly away, Dane's fury boiled over.

"Hey!" he shouted, pointing after him. "Who do you think you are? Stop right there! "Do you even know who I am? I'm Dane Bennett, the owner of Honorbound Taekwondo Club, the biggest Taekwondo club in Harmonfield! I challenge you to a fight!" Robin didn't even bother to turn around. "You're not worth my time," he said dismissively, continuing on his way.

The security guard rushed to Dane's side, his face etched with concern. "Mr. Bennett, are you alright?" Dane angrily shook off the guard's grip. "Seriously, a broke nobody in a beat-up Land Rover dares to ignore me? I'll turn his junk into scrap metal!" The security guard thought Dane was just bluffing.

But to his shock, Dane actually went back to his car, pulled out a metal rod, and started bashing the Land Rover with all his strength.

The guard watched in horror, his heart racing.

Did a car worth hundreds of thousands, smashed up just like that? Under Dane's relentless assault, the once-intact Land Rover quickly beca wreck, barely recognizable.

But even after battering it, Dane still felt unsatisfied with how Robin had dismissed him.

So, he climbed back into his Lamborghini, reversed about 60 feet, and then accelerated forward, ramming straight into the battered Land Rover. Once. Twice. Three times...

The roar of his engine and the sickening crunch of metal on metal echoed through the parking lot.

By the the was finished, Dane's Lamborghini had reduced the Land Rover to a pile of mangled metal.

However, his own car wasn't much better.

The scene left the guard staring in stunned disbelief.

Dane had a temper that was off the charts.

Together, those cars were worth millions. All were wrecked because of a single flash of anger.

After the final impact, Dane's fury finally began to subside.

He glanced at the now-crumpled Land Rover in the corner and suddenly broke into laughter. "I turned your car into a heap of scrap. Let's see you act tough now! "Mess withover a parking space, huh? You're begging for trouble!" The guard, still in shock, muttered, "Mr. Bennett, your car... it's also ... uh, pretty banged up...

Dane scoffed, unconcerned. "Whatever. I'll just get my dad to buya new one!" Then the guard added nervously, "Uh... Mr. Bennett, I saw that guy in the Land Rover go into the club just now..." Dane paused, then grinned wickedly. "Perfect. Once I see Raymond, I'll make sure that guy regrets ever crossing me. Who does he think he is, trying to sneak into our circle? He's asking for it!" Meanwhile, Robin had just entered the Violet Private Club and received a call from Vera.

"Robin, where are you? The meeting's just wrapped up. I'm on my way, so I'll be there shortly." Robin looked around at the club's decor and found a seat. "I'm already here." "Great! Raymond's been waiting for you. I'll give him a call to cgreet you." After hanging up with Vera, she quickly contacted Raymond to let him know Robin had arrived.

Right then, Robin received a message from Rita, letting him know they had just entered the southern part of the city and would arrive at the Violet Private Club within ten minutes.

After finishing the call, Robin ordered himself a glass of red wine and settled back, scanning the room.

Dane strode into the club shortly afterward. This was his regular haunt, after all.

Raymond and the other wealthy heirs of Harmonfield's elite often held gatherings here.

Over the years, the club had beca popular hangout for the city's high-society sons and daughters.

Among them, Dane was a well-known figure.

His father owned a taekwondo gym.

Through his many students, he had built a network of wealthy contacts.

Providing bodyguards and security personnel to these individuals was a lucrative business, and Dane was responsible for supplying most of the security for the Hampton Group.

In fact, most of the Hamptons Group's security force cthrough Dane's network.

As soon as he entered, a group of young elites flocked around him, showering him with compliments.

Then Dane's gaze landed on Robin, who was casually sitting on one of the couches, scrolling through his phone.

Dane's lip curled as he spoke to the other wealthy heirs gathered around him. "Can you believe that idiot parked his beat-up Land Rover in my spot? So I smashed his car up! Feels great, doesn't it? Haha... " The group of young elites burst into laughter, casting disdainful glances at Robin, who sat across the room with his eyes fixed on his phone.

"Dane, someone actually dared to mess with you? And they're driving a Land Rover?" "A broke nobody like that thinks he can just waltz into the Violet Private Club?" "Hey, hey... are we sure he's not a friend of Raymond?" The group sneered and egged Dane on with mocking comments.

Dane scoffed, "You really think someone on Raymond's level would hang out with a guy who drives a Land Rover? This guy's probably a door-to-door salesman.

"Don't you all know? We get these types trying to sneak into the club all the time. They act rich, hoping to slip into our circle and maybe land a few investors." The heirs nodded in agreement, giving Robin looks of open contempt.

"That guy's probably selling insurance, stocks, or cheap real estate." "Right? A wannabe in a cheap Land Rover trying to act tough in our club; he's begging for trouble!" "Con, Dane, let's go mess with him. Make sure he thinks twice before coming here and pretending to be one of us."

Bored and looking for a thrill, the group started jeering. "Go on, Dane, give him a lesson. Show him what happens when he tries to fake being high-class around us!" Dane hadn't planned on causing a scene in the club tonight. Raymond had specifically told everyone to keep things civil since he had invited a special guest.

But with so many people riling him up, Dane finally decided to go along. He strolled over to Robin, followed by the rest of the crowd, eager to watch the show.

Dane loved the attention and was known for being the loudest in the room.

Seeing him and his group approach Robin, other rich kids in the club quickly gathered around, anticipating the entertainment.

Though Dane wasn't the top fighter in Harmonfield, he'd trained in taekwondo since he was young under his father's guidance, making him a formidable opponent for most.

These rich kids, idle and used to bullying those beneath them, found it exhilarating to gang up on someone they viewed as an outsider.

To them, this kind of harassment was a sport.

The biggest thrill in collectively bullying the weak was that they faced no real risk to themselves while still enjoying the satisfaction of dominating others.

Dane walked up to Robin, putting one leg up on the couch beside him and gesturing between his legs. "Alright, kid, here's your one chance. Crawl between my legs, and I might just let you off for trying to sneak into our circle." Dane's words were met with roars of laughter from the crowd around him.