The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1237

The chill of the night winds were biting, more than ever.

"You have unconventional weapons? So do I."

Yet the freezing danger in Robin's words were more threatening than whatever the winds could bring.

A cold, heavy silence swept over Gustov and the Tanqueria officials.

The memory of Sakurania's naval destruction was fresh, vivid. The annihilation of the 88 Fleet had etched itself into their minds, making it impossible to forget.

After that cataclysmic assault, Tanqueria's weapons experts had pored over the event. They analyzed every detail, every angle.

Robin's attack speed had surpassed anything they knew. Faster than the world's most advanced missiles.

The strike was instantaneous. Five seconds from order to obliteration.

If Robin still controlled such superweapons, if Tanqueria gave the order to unleash unconventional weapons against him, no one would question his ability to press the button and wipe them out.

Once he entered attack mode, there would be no retreat, no stopping him.

One mistake, and Tanqueria could vanish from the face of the earth.

The weight of the moment settled over the room. The top Tanqueria officials, seasoned warriors, stared at Robin with a new understanding.

This was no ordinary man. This was a reaper, a madman, a devil.

When fueled by vengeance, Divine Drakebane was unstoppable.

Thomas, standing quietly nearby, shifted his attention to Zayden and Trix. He knew these two had worked with Robin before.

Zayden and Trix met his gaze.

They understood what he was trying to say.

They had seen Robin's wrath firsthand. His threats weren't just words.

Thomas's eyes stayed locked on Robin, a cold chill creeping down his spine.

He couldn't fathom the devastation if Robin unleashed his full power.

Gustov took a slow, steady breath. "Mr. Drakebane, I won't deny it. You're powerful. Your courage could topple even the strongest.

"But heed this: after a storm of reckless violence, only disaster remains."

He leaned forward, eyes sharp. "Do you really believe the land you stand on is secure?"

Robin's voice cut through the air. "Yes."

Gustov's face hardened, his voice steady. "They will not allow a threat to stay so close to them.

"Power structures won't tolerate someone like you. Your pride, your strength, your charisma—they see you as a threat.

"Even if you don't mean to harm them, they will see you as a danger that must be eradicated."

Robin's cold laugh cut through the air. "I don't need your reminder about the politics. And don't even think about playing divide-and-conquer to make me back down."

Gustov nodded, his face unreadable. "You might be right. But hear me out."

He paused, locking eyes with Robin. "Years ago, I had dealings with your grandfather, the Dragon Lord."

His voice softened, respect mingling with the memory. "I was in awe of him—his strength, his character.

But your grandfather, and your father, Young Lord Dragon, disappeared at the height of their power. Vanished without a trace.

"Twenty years, and no one has answered why."

He leaned forward, his voice growing low. "Do you really believe the invincible Dragon Lord fell to a rival or an ambush?"

He shook his head slowly. "That's only one piece of the puzzle.

"I'll give you a hint. Back then, the Dark Night Alliance and Dark Syndicate had their fingers deep in the land.

"Many powerful figures were in their grasp.

"Your own people could take down a superhero without anyone else's help."

Gustov let out a quiet laugh. "And it's still the same today."

His tone grew darker, colder. "If you don't get back to your family soon, your friends, your fiancée, and your loved ones ... they'll be hunted down. Tortured. Killed. Persecuted by your own people.

"Don't believe me? Try it."

It was all part of a carefully laid plan—one aimed at removing a threat with someone else's hand.

They hadn't expected Robin to survive.

And then, Valdemar's catastrophic decision made it worse.

They were now trapped in this unbearable mess.

Gustov finally dropped his proud posture, his shoulders slumping.

"Mr. Drakebane, right and wrong ... it doesn't matter anymore."

"Yakonov made a mistake, but you've already exacted your revenge.

"Can we find some middle ground?

"We won't make you apologize or offer reparations to the world. Just ... let go of this obsession. We can part ways in peace. Let this end."

"Peace? Let it go?" Robin laughed, a cruel sound that echoed through the biting cold.

His laughter vibrated the still night, making the air feel colder, the tension unbearable.

Thomas stepped forward, voice cautious. "Mr. Drakebane, this is a fair proposal. Continuing this fight is meaningless—it'll only lead to mutual destruction, or worse."

"Get lost!" Robin roared, the cold in his voice enough to freeze the air.

"My vengeance would have ended once the Northwest Defense Base fell."

"But your National Security Bureau insisted on eliminating me.

"And now you want to talk peace?

"You've challenged my authority. You'll pay for it tenfold!

"If you want to back out, you'll meet every one of my demands!"

Gustov's eyes narrowed, a dangerous fire burning in them. A heavy, murderous aura radiated from him.

"Divine Drakebane, do you really think Tanqueria has no way of dealing with you?!"