The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 253 Terenova Soup Restaurant

After leaving the imposing Dragon Hall of Phoenix Vanguard, Robin and Jane made their way to the northern beach entrance of Hydra Island. Awaiting them there were Tristan and the others.

As he glanced at his watch, Tristan noted that Robin and Jane had spent less than forty minutes at the Dragon Hall.

Considering the round trip took about twenty minutes, it meant that Robin had accomplished the astonishing feat of eliminating the core members of Phoenix Vanguard in under twenty minutes.

It was almost beyond belief, especially since Drogo had mobilized elite forces to protect the Dragon Hall.

Before the Nevilles could voice any inquiries, Jane leaped from the car, her exhilaration evident. "Grandpa, Grandma, I was the one who took down Drogo!"

"What?" Tristan's gaze shifted to Robin, bewildered.

Drogo was renowned as one of Phoenix Vanguard's most powerful figures.

How could Jane have possibly defeated him?

"That's right; it was Jane's sword that finished Drogo," Robin affirmed, choosing not to elaborate further. "Alright, you all can manage things here.

"Tell Cassian that if this happens again, he'd better find a good place to bury himself!"

Tristan immediately inclined his head to the Nevilles, replying, "Will do, Lord Drakebane!

"Once we sort things out on Hydra Island, we'll take Cassian and Mavis to Draconia to express our gratitude."

Stephanie stepped forward, addressing Robin. "Lord Drakebane, I will accompany you back to Terenova."

Jane leaped into Robin's embrace, squeezing him tightly. "Mr. Ramsey, Grandpa and I will come find you in Harmonfield in two days!" Tristan and Stephanie exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with satisfaction as they observed the bond between Jane and Robin.

They understood that Robin had genuinely accepted Jane as his disciple.

Once this information spread, it would elevate the standing of the Nevilles significantly.

Henceforth, any adversaries considering a challenge would think twice, assessing whether they had the power to contend with Drakebane! Since arriving on Hydra Island, Robin had been enveloped by Jane's excited chatter.

It wasn't until they boarded the helicopter that he finally experienced a moment of peace.

Leaning back in his seat, he closed his eyes, letting a wave of memories wash over him.

Seven years earlier, Old Fred had guided him through Terenova in Demberoa.

An unexpected incident had severed their connection, leaving Robin in silence for two years.

At that time, he was merely 13, still grappling with how to navigate life on his own.

In the unfamiliar city, he was lost, unsure of how to survive.

Old Fred hadn't even left him with a single cent.

For two days, Robin roamed Terenova without food or money, until he collapsed in front of a soup restaurant in Chinatown.

The owner, Marrisa Holt, came to his aid.

When he regained consciousness, Marrisa learned of his struggles and, recognizing his connection to Draconia, offered him temporary shelter. Marrisa was thirty-eight then and had a daughter named Brenda Holt, who was around Robin's age.

Marrisa had moved to Demberoa with her grandfather during her youth.

Her husband, a soldier, had tragically died in combat during their second year of marriage.

Alone, Marrisa raised her daughter while battling to make ends meet in Terenova's Chinatown.

Eventually, she opened a soup restaurant, which became Robin's refuge during the two long years that Old Fred was absent.

Marrisa's business was struggling as well; she frequently dealt with harassment from local troublemakers.

Both she and her daughter faced tough times.

Thankfully, they embraced Robin like family, leaning on each other for support during difficult moments.

As the days went by, Robin grew more accustomed to the Chinatown area.

Realizing he couldn't keep depending on Marrisa, he found a job as a waiter at a bar called Dreamscape to contribute. During his time there, he experienced a brief yet sweet first love.

Though innocent and fleeting, that е relationship remained nestled in his heart, like a treasured flower-a fond memory from his otherwise o uneventful teenage years.

An hour and five minutes later, the helicopter touched down on the helipad at the Rogario estate in Terenova.

"Lord Drakebane, welcome to my estate. Please feel free to rest here for the night," Stephanie offered with respect.

Robin shook his head. "I won't be staying. Please arrange for someone to take me to Chinatown."

"Of course, Lord Drakebane. Is there anything else you require?"

"Not at the moment. I'm visiting an old friend and wish to keep my presence low-key."

"Understood, my lord! The Rogarios are always at your service."

Stephanie was aware that Robin preferred to keep his affairs private.

Since he had mentioned it, she wouldn't dare speculate further.

She quickly arranged for a discreet, unremarkable Mercedes to take Robin to Chinatown.

It was just after 6 AM, and Chinatown was still waking up.

Over the past seven years, the area seemed to have remained unchanged.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

As Robin strolled down the familiar old street, the sights and sounds from seven years ago surged back to him, as if they had just occurred yesterday.

He paused in front of the aging soup

restaurant. The sign still read

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"Marrisa Soup Kitchen," and everything outside appeared as it had seven years earlier, though the letters had faded considerably over time.

Robin lingered at the entrance for quite a while.

As the street began to bustle with activity, the restaurant's doors swung open.

A woman in her forties emerged, her gaze landing on Robin, and she froze in place. "Y-you're Robin!

"Where have you been, you little rascal? Brenda and I searched everywhere for you!"

The woman was Marrisa, the owner of the soup restaurant.

Overwhelmed with emotion, tears welled in her eyes as she absorbed the sight of Robin.

She examined him from head to toe, her face lighting up with joy as if she were gazing upon her own son. "You've grown so tall and handsome!"

Marrisa struggled to find words, her excitement evident.

"Marrisa, I'm craving salmon soup," Robin said, gently wiping away her tears with a smile.

"Alright, alright! Just give me a moment; I'll prepare it right away!" Marrisa said, her hands trembling with eagerness.

She quickly organized the restaurant, skillfully tossing salmon, vegetables, and various ingredients into a pot.

Ten minutes later, a steaming bowl of salmon soup was set before Robin.

He took a sip and grinned. "Boss, this soup tastes just like it did back in the day!"

Marrisa gazed at Robin's face for a long moment, tears streaming down her cheeks once again.

"Robin, where have you been all these years? Did anyone give you a hard time out there? How are you doing now?"

Robin chuckled. "I've mostly been the one dishing it out; no one's managed to push me around so far."

Marrisa playfully patted his head, her pride shining through. "You're still just as stubborn as ever!

"I remember when you first came to

my soup restaurant. Those locale punks would show up and stir up trouble, and you'd stand your ground, even when you got hurt.

"Even after taking a beating, you never backed down. That's just how you are!"

Robin sipped his soup while studying the graying Marrisa. He took a deep breath and asked, "How's Brenda doing these days?" Marrisa's smile vanished instantly as she let out a deep sigh.