The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 250 Flight Attendant

Robin boarded the international Brookhaven Airlines flight to Terenova, though due to a rush, he ended up with an economy seat since all first-class tickets were sold out. It did not matter to him-his only goal was reaching Terenova as quickly as possible.

Taking his seat in the middle of the left row, Robin glanced around instinctively, observing his surroundings.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Next to him in the window seat sat a young girl with a warm smile and a striking mixed-race beauty, her smile as charming and easygoing as the girl next door. Robin gave her a polite nod, closing his eyes to rest without a word.

Drogo from Phoenix Vanguard had recently put a billion-dollar bounty on his head, challenging Robin's reputation in the dark world like never before.

This was the first time since Divine Drakebane's rise that a faction had dared to confront him openly.

Three years ago, when the Dark Night Alliance tried to turn several Ugonland Phoenix Vanguard branches against him, they had not been so brazen. Back then, Phoenix Vanguard had been wiped out overnight.

Cassian, their former leader, had even offered a billion dollars to surrender, hoping to preserve the Vanguard name.

Mow, Drogo was making his move again.

Apparently, the last warning had not been enough.

Robin had only paused his activities for a year, and now the underworld was beginning to stir.

He was ready to make an example of those involved, one by one.

If they did not tremble in fear, they would think Divine Drakebane had suddenly turned soft.

Since the day he had started traversing the world with Old Fred, the old man had drilled into him a single rule for surviving in the dark world: only the ruthless survive. Showing mercy was asking for trouble.

From then on, Robin's single creed in facing his enemies was destruction; only by ensuring they could not come back could he keep the threats at bay.

He would not give his opponents any chance to survive.

This was the very foundation upon which Divine Drakebane had built its name in the shadows.

"Those who follow prosper, those who oppose perish."

To spare an enemy even a sliver of mercy was to be merciless to oneself.

From that moment, the name Divine Drakebane resonated throughout the underworld.

Reflecting on the 13 so-called top assassins who had come to Draconia to take his life, Robin could not help but smirk.

These so-called "elite" killers were laughably unprepared.

Even more absurd was Drogo, who, after a decade of training on the Zlul Island with support from the Dark Night Alliance, thought he could rival Divine Drakebane. How naïve.

Robin had just dozed off when a large man from Demberoa gave him a nudge.

In cold, clipped Draconian, the man grunted, "Get up. I'm taking your seat; the smell back there is unbearable."

Robin opened his eyes slowly, looking up at the towering figure.

The man, nearly two meters tall with the build of a wrestler, had a full beard and a fierce gaze.

Behind him stood three other men of similar size and presence, exuding an intimidating energy that made the surrounding Draconian passengers avert their gaze, too nervous to make eye contact. The burly man gave Robin another push, but his attention shifted to the young woman seated beside Robin, eyeing her intently.

Robin noticed the girl trembling beside him, clearly frightened.

He quickly picked up on the fact that these men were after her.

"Do you know them?" he asked, looking her way.

She shook her head, voice shaking.

"No, I don't. Please don't switch seats with them," she whispered.

"They targeted me at the airport. I'm scared."

"Get lost!" Robin pushed the burly man's hand off his shoulder and closed his eyes again.

The man's jaw clenched. "I told you to get up and switch with me. Didn't you hear?"

Robin raised an eyebrow, yawning nonchalantly.

"This is my seat. Why should I?

"Besides, seat changes aren't allowed on flights."

The man leaned closer. "Get up-I'll handle it with the captain," he said.

"The smell of that Draconia woman behind us is too strong. We can't stand it."

"I'm not moving," Robin replied coolly. "Even if the captain agrees, I don't."

The man's patience snapped. "What? You're challenging me? You have no idea who we are in Terenova, do you?"

Robin did not flinch, shrugging off the man's grip again. "I don't care who you are. Back off."

Hostility flashed across the faces of the four men.

The surrounding passengers looked on, tense and uneasy, knowing this could go badly.

These four men from Demberoa were clearly not ones to cross.

The way they carried themselves and their tone suggested they were gangsters.

The thought of upsetting them made the nearby passengers visibly tense, but their disturbance quickly drew the attention of the flight crew.

A striking flight attendant approached with a warm but firm tone.

"Gentlemen, please keep it down and respect the comfort of our other passengers.

"If there's an issue, we're here to resolve it, but let's try to be considerate of one another."

The man eyed her up and down before snapping, "The smell from that Draconia woman behind

unbearable! We're uncomfortas

sitting there.

"I paid good money for this flight, and this stink ruins it. I'm lodging a complaint!"

"You Draconia people are disgusting. Even your smell is nauseating.

"We'd like to switch seats!"

His remarks about Draconians had the surrounding passengers bristling with anger, though no one dared to speak up.

The flight attendant offered a calm apology.

"Please, gentlemen, there's no need to escalate.

"I'm very sorry," the flight attendant

replied politely. "First-class is fully booked, as is economy-there are no extra seats available to

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accommodate a switch.

"This gentleman has already declined your request to exchange seats, so I kindly ask for your understanding.

"If you're bothered by the passenger's scent behind you, we'll arrange suitable compensation upon arrival in Terenova."

"No way!" The burly man pointed directly at Robin's seat.

"I want to sit here, and I'll even pay him extra for it!"

Robin smirked, "Are all Demberoans this lacking in manners? Let me make it clear-no seat swap."

The flight attendant looked troubled. "Gentlemen, I'm really sorry; please return to your seats...

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"We demand you handle this immediately!"

The flight attendant glanced at the air marshal for help, but he showed no sign of stepping in.

The situation grew tense, with everyone unsure what would happen next.

Robin stood up slowly. "Are you done yet? If so, go back to your seats!

"And if you insult Draconian people again, you'll regret it. Now, back off!"

His words left the four men, the flight attendant, and the surrounding passengers in stunned silence.

Though Robin was tall, his build was slim compared to the men's, and everyone could see these guys meant trouble.

Robin might get himself into huge trouble.

The girl beside him anxiously tugged at his sleeves, concerned.

"What did you say?" The lead man reached out to shove him.

The flight attendant stifled a gasp.

Robin grinned. "Think carefully before touching me."

The big man, having missed his push at Robin, growled in anger. "Why would I think twice about shoving some weakling from Draconia?"

"Is that so?" Robin's mouth curled into a sly smile. "Your choice."

Suddenly, without anyone seeing how it happened, the man dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach in pain and staring at Robin with fear.

The other three men, equally bewildered, held their chests and looked at Robin, shocked.

With his hands in his pockets and an innocent smile, Robin said, "Go back to your seats and check if there's still a bad smell over there.

"If you're still uncomfortable, come back and find me," Robin said.

The three men were frozen in place for a moment.

Robin's smile vanished, replaced with a steely gaze.

"Didn't get the message? Do I need to spell it out? Get lost!"

The man who had been kneeling quickly scrambled to his feet, backing away.

His companions hurried to follow and returned to their seats, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

The flight attendant, unsure of what had just occurred, briefly stood in shock.

After a moment, she gave Robin a small bow and said, "Thank you, sir."

Then she promptly headed toward the seats of the four Demberoans in the back.

"Gentlemen, anything else I can assist with?"

"N-no, we're fine," the men stammered, looking as if they had just had a close encounter with a predator.

The entire cabin was silent.

Passengers exchanged glances of admiration and surprise toward Robin, who had stepped up without hesitation.

In Draconia, those men were used to throwing their weight around, and without someone like Robin, it would have ended differently.

Beside Robin, the girl's eyes sparkled with admiration.

"That was amazing! Those four troublemakers didn't stand a chance against you. Haha!

"I'm worried they'll come after you once we're in Terenova," the girl said.

Robin gave a calm smile. "Don't worry; they wouldn't dare, even if they had the nerve."

She leaned closer, saying, "Thank you. When we arrive, I'll make sure my father properly thanks you."

Robin waved it off. "That's not necessary."

The tension settled quickly, and the passengers looked at Robin with admiration for stepping up, though he paid little attention to it.

To him, this was hardly worth mentioning.

He did not say much else to the girl beside him and closed his eyes to rest.

"Sir, could you join me in the flight attendants' rest area?"

Robin opened his eyes to see the beautiful flight attendant standing nearby.

With her fair skin and a gentle smile in her refined gaze, she awaited his reply.