The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 177 Chapter 177 Are You Still Refusing to Bow? Rosalie was stunned when Percy called.

The 100,000 she had sent him was borrowed from Abyssal Dominion, a questionable lending company that charged exorbitant interest rates.

Without Robin's assistance, she would have faced serious consequences long ago.

Now, however, Percy had lost that money! What was she supposed to do? For a brief moment, Rosalie was left speechless, her mind racing in a state of panic.

Losing that money meant her mother's medical treatment would be interrupted.

Desperately, she began searching for options.

With no alternatives left, she reluctantly decided to contact relatives she hadn't spoken to in ages.

Since her mother fell ill, they had all seemed to back away, probably frightened of being asked for financial help.

Yet, given the gravity of her situation, she had no choice but to reach out. Regardless of how humiliating it felt, she had to do it for her mother's sake. Noticing the worried expression on Rosalie's face, Robin casually inquired, "What's going on?" "Um... it's nothing. Just sarrangements for my mom's surgery," Rosalie stuttered, ultimately deciding against sharing the specifics of Percy's phone call. She couldn't bear to put any more weight on Robin's shoulders; he had already done so much for her.

She swore she couldn't let Robin know about Percy borrowing from the dark web lenders.

"Robin, I need to take a day off from work. I have to go to the hospital today. Is that alright?" "The hospital? Do you wantto drive you?" Robin asked, glancing at Rosalie, who appeared quite anxious. "No, really, it's fine. You have enough to deal with. I can take a cab," she replied hastily.

"Okay," Robin said, nodding as he pulled the car over.

Once they stopped, Rosalie quickly hailed a taxi and hurried away.

Robin hadn't driven very far when a crowd suddenly obstructed the road ahead.

As he contemplated how to navigate around them, he caught sight of a damaged car amid the chaos-it was Vera's Porsche 918.

At that moment, Vera was surrounded by several individuals, including Harvey, Quincy, and Jamie. Next to Jamie stood a man in his 50s, accompanied by several intimidating bodyguards.

It was clear that Jamie had cwith backup to confront Vera.

What a disgrace harassing a woman! And it was his own cousin! Robin's lips curled into a cold smirk as he parked the car, turned off the engine, and stepped out.

The scene before him showed a group of men closing in on Vera, their expressions filled with hostility.

The front of her Porsche was crumpled and hardly recognizable.

Jamie spat, "You little tramp! Hand over those Silvas shares. They're ours! "Back when Sharon, that b*tch, fled from the Lynches, she swindled five million from us! Without that money, there would be no Silva Group today!" Furious, Vera shot back, "You're a disgrace! My mom brought five million to Harmonfield, and she earned it through her hard work on Well Street! "She invested that money, and when she earned ten million, she gave it all to my grandmother! "When my mom left the Lynches, she took nothing! It was my grandmother who felt pity for her and sent her five million! Go ask your pathetic grandfather if I'm lying!" Vera pointed at the man next to Jamie. "You're the Lynches' second steward; you know this is true!" The man, Lewis Lynch, nodded. "That's correct, Ms. Silva. However, Mr. Jamie insists that five million belongs to the Lynches. To the family, there's no distinction between right and wrong-only whether they want it or not." "H- how could you... " Vera stuttered, utterly flabbergasted.

"I can't believe it! The Lynches of Brighton-what a bunch of thieves!" Robin pushed through the crowd and stood beside Vera.

Her eyes lit up, and tears of frustration streamed down her face.

At her lowest point, Robin had appeared like a knight in shining armor.

In that moment, her world felt significantly brighter! Vera threw herself into Robin's embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.

Robin stood momentarily stunned, grappling with the scene before him.

The confident woman he usually saw had transformed into a vulnerable figure, clutching him tightly as she unleashed her frustrations.

Jamie instinctively hid behind Lewis, her voice quaking with rage. "Lewis, this jerk assaulted me! I want him gone!" Lewis directed a cold, piercing glare at Robin, his eyes gleaming with a menacing intent that sent shivers through the crowd.

The atmosphere thickened with tension, causing spectators to flinch.

Among them stood a frail-looking middle-aged man with a medium build, dressed in a brown suit.

His thinning hair and deep-set eyes gave him a rat-like appearance, while his pallid, gaunt face suggested someone who was barely hanging on to life.

Yet, an ominous energy radiated from him, hinting at a dangerous nature that belied his frail appearance. In Brighton, the nLewis was synonymous with fear.

Having roamed the streets as a 13-year-old, he was taken in by Steven, becoming entrenched in the Lynches for the last 40 years.

Steven had arranged for a martial arts master to train him, and after a decade of intense training, he had gained a reputation by defeating several skilled opponents, securing his place among Brighton's top martial artists. Over the years, Lewis had handled many of the Lynches' unsavory tasks. Rumors circulated about him taking down the most notorious pirates from Draconia and outmatching the top military experts.

Gossip about Lewis flowed freely, blending fact with exaggeration. Nobody knew exactly how skilled he was, but one truth stood clear: He was not a man to be trifled with.

With a derisive sneer, he addressed Robin, "Kid, you think you can lay hands on the heir of Brighton's Lynches?" Robin replied with a smirk, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Is Brighton's Lynches really that intimidating? The ones I've met seem more like a gang of thugs!" "How dare you!" Lewis's fists clenched in anger as he scolded. "I've kept a low profile for years, and now you think you can cross the line? "Do you even realize, boy, that I've lived by strict principles for half my life? Anyone who dares touch a member of the Lynches will pay dearly for it!" With a single step, Lewis struck the ground with tremendous force, producing a deafening crack as the thick asphalt yielded beneath him, creating a deep impression from a man who appeared to be on his last legs. The crowd instinctively recoiled, fear etched on their faces as they regarded Lewis.

Is this... the power of the Lynches' second steward in Brighton?! "Robin, aren't you so full of bravado?" At that moment, Jamie, bolstered by his previous safety behind Lewis, stepped forward defiantly.

"I dare you to show us what you're made of in front of Lewis! "If you don't bow down totoday, I swear I'll ruin you!" Lewis added coldly, "Boy, Mr. Jamie demands you kneel! If not, I'll ensure the Silvas face the consequences alongside you!" He gestured toward Vera, Harvey, and Quincy.

Quincy promptly crumpled to the ground in terror.