The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 239 The Hellclaw

"Urghh!"

In that split second, Talia let out a desperate scream.

Like a fierce leopard, she swiftly drew her military dagger and raised it to block the assassin's incoming dagger, bracing for one last struggle.

A thunderous clang rang out as the two blades collided, sending sparks flying.

However, it was clear that Talia's strength was no match for the burly assassin before her.

The dagger slipped from her grasp and clattered to the ground.

A wave of panic gripped Talia. "F*ck! I'm done for!"

In that instant, she caught sight of more cold, lethal auras closing in from all sides both to her left and right, and even behind her.

The assassins who had been lurking nearby were now charging at Vera and Robin.

The advancing killers quickly knocked down Tobias and Dustin when they attempted to intervene.

That's it! It's over!

Despair washed over Talia as she glanced desperately toward Vera.

She had never imagined that during this mission in Harmonfield, not only would she fail to apprehend the assassins, but she might also lose her own life here. The thought that she would have to watch the target be murdered right before her eyes was unbearable!

Such humiliation had never plagued her throughout her years in this profession.

No matter how unwilling she was, there was nothing she could do.

In that moment, the assassin's blade was dangerously close to her neck.

Just a fraction of a second, and it would be all over!

Just as Talia braced for her final moments, a loud crash echoed through the air.

What unfolded before her was astonishing.

Robin had wrapped his arms around Vera.

With a casual wave of his hand, he sent the muscular Rashea assassin hurtling backward, as if he had collided with a truck.

"Thud!" He crashed into a tree across from a restaurant, falling to the ground with a thump.

His massive body lay twitching, every bone shattered within.

The assassin lay on the ground, twitching like a pile of mush.

Was this some kind of illusion?

The other four assassins reacted. The two at the front were thrown back as if they had hit a steel wall, howling in pain.

The remaining two came to an abrupt halt, their eyes locked onto Robin in shock.

Grizz, a Rashea assassin, teamed up with them.

He was reputed to be the strongest and most ruthless member of their organization.

Yet Grizz couldn't withstand a light blow from Robin.

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After a brief moment of horror, the two assassins took a step closer and asked, "Brother, which path do you walk?

"We are assassins from Hellclaw. You've ruined our mission; do you not fear Hellclaw's retribution?

"Hellsclaw? What's that?" With a smirk, Robin patted the startled Vera in his arms.

His gaze drifted toward two shadowy figures lurking in the crowd.

He felt their faint, concealed presences and was in the middle of gathering all of their strength.

Those two were preparing to launch a lethal strike at any moment.

When Robin first entered the restaurant, he had discovered a few hidden assassins.

At the time, he thought they were members of the Dark Night Alliance benefiting from the Phoenix Vanguard's bounty.

Now, it seemed purely coincidental.

From the tone of these two assassins, it was clear that Hellclaw's target wasn't him, but Vera!

The ones he needed to worry about were Jabez and those two lurking in the crowd.

After a moment of stunned silence, Talia quickly reloaded her handgun and aimed it at the assassins.

Robin was unfamiliar with the style of this small assassination group.

However, when he spotted Talia's cautious demeanor, he casually asked, "Is Hellclaw that powerful?" "Hellsclaw is a notoriously evil assassination organization," Talia replied.

They thrive on receiving

commissions to carry out killings for their employers. Over the past two years, their assassins have been committing crimes domestically. To date, they have been responsible for over one hundred murders,

employing extremely brutal

methods.

"Last year, I handled a family massacre case that was also committed by Hellclaw's assassins. The main culprit was Grizz!

"I've searched for him for over a year, only to find him here!"

Robin looked up at the passionate and indignant Talia.

He could sense just how much hatred she held for Hellclaw.

However, judging by the combat skills they had displayed, these assassins were warriors of the Ancient Martial Realm.

While their skills were nothing impressive within that realm.

Talia, as a security officer, was certainly no match for them.

"Chief Cross, since we've met today, I'll pass along a message from our boss," one of the assassins said.

"You've been causing us trouble for years, and it's getting tiresome! If you don't stop, the next targets for our full-scale extermination will be you and your family! Or we might sell you off for a good price! Hahaha!"

A bald, tanned-skin assassin sneered, leering at Talia's chest.

Instantly, Talia felt a chill run down her spine, as if a venomous snake was staring at her. Reflexively, she raised her gun and fired twice.

Yet, the two assassins merely tilted their heads slightly, easily dodging the bullets.

As the assassins prepared to counterattack, Robin stepped forward and pulled Talia to his side.

"Let go of me!"

Talia struggled fiercely, but she couldn't break free.

The mere thought of the way in which this individual had previously grasped her breast caused her to feel a surge of rage.

Ignoring Talia's attempts to break away, Robin held her tightly and looked at the two assassins with indifference.

"Who hired you to assassinate Vera? Answer me, and I'll make your deaths less torment."

"Brother, we know you're a combat expert." One of the assassins said it coldly.

"But I want to remind you, Hellclaw is one of the few top assassin organizations in the country. If you insist on opposing us...

"Are you threatening me?" Robin stomped his foot on the ground.

The marble floor beneath him erupted, a fissure opening up and creeping toward the assassin who had spoken.

"Pfft!"

The assassin who spoke turned pale, blood spurting from his mouth as he collapsed on the ground.

"Y-You are..."

It was only at that moment, as he lay dying, that he realized what kind of terrifying being he had encountered.

The other assassin, witnessing this bizarre scene, turned white as a sheet, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

With a thud, he dropped to his knees, е

burying his head deep into the grass,

trembling so violently that he

couldn't even muster the words to beg for mercy.

Having navigated the assassin world for so many years, he had certainly heard of the legendary Divine Drakebane.

There was only one person in the world capable of killing without a trace using such means a mythical figure who seemed to appear and vanish at a whim.

He must be Divine Drakebane!

Encountering such a formidable figure left them with only one fate-a dead end.

"Lord Drakebane, the employer is Mr. Jamie, heir of the Lynches!

"Please, Lord Drakebane, grant me a quick death!"