The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 933 This Will End in Disaster

Bolton was stunned.

Even the Caffereys' advisors looked utterly baffled.

Gottlieb, a man known for his uncompromising stance, had just uttered words of concession to the man who killed his granddaughter.

If word of this got out, where would the Caffereys' dignity go?

The guests at the banquet were equally dumbfounded.

The head of the Caffereys was showing fear in front of a young man.

They couldn't comprehend what was happening.

What kind of situation could force such a global powerhouse to lower his head so humbly?

No one could possibly understand, but Gottlieb certainly had his reasons.

From the moment he walked into the room, he sensed something unusual about Robin.

In this world, there were almost no people bold enough to challenge the Caffereys directly-unless they had lost their minds. Robin chuckled.

"If you insist on asking what could make me let this go, then "Il be honest. You, your son, your grandson, and the entire core member of the Caffereys must grovel before me and atone with your lives. "Only then will today's matter end."

What the hell?

Now it is confirmed.

This man was an undeniable lunatic!

The entire banquet hall erupted into chaos.

Not only had Robin killed Leilani, but now he was demanding that their patriarch, their second-in-command, and their core members to atone for their sins with death.

This wasn't negotiation; it was provocation.

Gottlieb's usually calm and unreadable eyes flickered with both rage and a trace of hidden fear.

He didn't react immediately. Instead, he suppressed his anger and rapidly calculated his next move.

However, Bolton, the family's second-in-command, had already reached his limit.

"You insolent brat!" Bolton roared. "Do you think the Caffereys are an easy target?"

Robin smirked. "Why don't you try me?"

"Wow!"

The stunned silence in the banquet hall was broken by gasps and soft cries from the female guests.

Countless pairs of eyes, glittering with awe, fixed on the audacious young man's commanding figure.

Even though no one truly believed a single man could defy a family as powerful as the Caffereys, his sheer audacity was mesmerizing.

For some, his bravado was almost therapeutic, dispelling their melancholy, boredom, and even loneliness.

A few more delicate ladies, overwhelmed by his charisma, had already started swooning, rolling their eyes and trembling as if on the verge of fainting. Goodness!

Stop flexing! We want the actions!

Enough with the theatrics-this is unbearable!

Your flexing doesn't just cost money-it costs lives!

Suddenly, the deafening roar of helicopter rotors shattered the tense stillness inside and outside the banquet hall.

The sound of hurried, chaotic footsteps echoed as the whirring rotors came to a stop, growing louder as they approached the hall.

"Mr. Gottlieb! Mr. Bolton! Please wait, please wait!"

A middle-aged man hurried into the room and rushed to Gottlieb's side.

He was flanked by nine elite Spartine Warriors.

"Mr. Gottlieb, please, don't act rashly! A single mistake, and you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"

The Caffereys' members turned to look and they recognized the man immediately.

It was Leandro, the captain of the Spartine Warriors, accompanied by nine of his most elite fighters.

Bolton's face darkened. "Mr. Leandro, what are you implying by regret?

"Do you think the Caffereys would regret eliminating a sc*undrel who killed my daughter?noveldrama

"Is killing this arrogant brat a rash act?

"Are you trying to humiliate the Carefferys now?"

Bolton pointed to four bodyguards. "Do it now!"

Before the bodyguards could act, the nine Spartine Warriors had already drawn their blades and pressed them against the guards' necks. Bolton exploded with fury. "Leandro, are you planning to go against the Caffereys?"

Leandro shook his head with a bitter smile. "Mr. Bolton, please don't be angry. would never dare defy the Caffereys. But you truly cannot act recklessly here, or it will endan disaster!"

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Gottlieb raised a hand, signaling the bodyguards to stand down.

"Leandro, we agreed you'd wait on the yacht. Why are you here now?"

Leandro sighed. "Mr. Gottlieb, the situation has escalated. I had no choice but to come. If I hadn't, things could've spiraled out of control."

Gottlieb frowned but remained silent, waiting for an explanation.

Bolton, however, roared, "What do you mean, Leandro? I'll kill this brat right now. Whatever it is, we'll deal with it later!"

Leandro's face darkened. "Spartine Warriors will never allow anyone to harm this man!"

"What?"

The Caffereys and the stunned guests couldn't believe their ears.

Leandro was willing to go against the Caffereys to protect Robin. Gottlieb was taken aback.

He couldn't understand why Leandro would oppose him.

Leandro's expression was grim. "Mr. Gottlieb, I beg you to reconsider.

"If you take one more step, the Caffereys might not see tomorrow's sunrise!"

"Ridiculous Bolton growled,

gesturing toward the hall's entrance

where more guards waited. "He's

just some arrogant brat! Why can't we kill him? Leandro, step aside!"

Leandro pleaded desperately. "Mr. Bolton, I beg you to listen. Otherwise, you'll bring calamity upon yourselves!"

After a moment of silence, Gottlieb nodded reluctantly. "Bolton, let's hear him out. We can deal with this later."

The bodyguards finally lowered their weapons.

"Mr. Gottlieb, please wait a moment." Leandro wiped the cold sweat from his brow, then turned and walked quickly to Robin. Without hesitation, he knelt before him.

"Lord Drakebane, please, have mercy and spare the Spartine Warriors. I will do anything you ask!"

Gottlieb's sharp eyes widened slightly in shock.

Drakebane?

Could it be... him?

The banquet guests were utterly dumbfounded.

Leandro, the renowned captain of the Spartine Warriors, had knelt before Robin.

They wondered what was happening.

The night had taken a turn for the bizarre.

Although the Spartine Warriors couldn't rival the Caffereys in influence, they were a formidable force.

Their disciples scattered across the South Panacea Ocean and its surrounding regions.

In martial society, their power was almost unparalleled.

Why would someone as powerful as Leandro fear this man so deeply?

Whispers filled the room as guests began quietly inquiring about Lord Drakebane.

"Lord Drakebane, I beg you, please stop. If...

Leandro's phone began ringing incessantly.

The calls were coming from every branch leader of the Black Ocean Spartine Warrior division.

His voice trembled as he pleaded,

"Lord Drakebane, please, have mercy. Half of the Black Ocean division has already been wiped out. If you don't stop it, none of them will survive..."