The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 928 Killing Every Last One of Them The crowd was surprised at the black-robed man insulting Luella.

He even went so far as to threaten her openly, declaring that today would be the day she died.

In this world, no one had ever been so reckless as to spew such brazen arrogance-especially not at an Aldridge banquet.

What the man in the black robe likely didn't know was that at this very moment, over ten sniper rifles were trained on his head from various vantage points around the venue.

One tap of Luella's phone and his life would be snuffed out in an instant.

The guests outside the banquet hall were momentarily frozen in shock.

Their first thought was that this man was either utterly suicidal or completely deranged.

Nestor was taken aback too.

He scrutinized the intruder carefully but couldn't determine his origins.

Luella's expression darkened.

With a cold laugh, she said, "A nobody like you has no right to decide my fate!" Abel, the black-robed man, let out a sinister cackle.

"That's not up to you!" "Who are you to spout such nonsense?" Pierre stepped forward and barked, "Get out of here this instant!" Abel chuckled. "Trash like you has no right to speak. Stay out of my way if you don't want to die." Pierre raised his fist and charged at Abel.

With a dull thud, Pierre was sent flying 25 feet backward.

He struggled to get up, coughing up a mouthful of blood as his vision spun.

The guests in the banquet hall instinctively stepped back further, crowding against the edges of the room.

For someone to possess such overwhelming strength, it was no wonder he had the confidence to speak so arrogantly.

However, they were curious about the reason this man was so intent on taking Luella's life.

All eyes in the room turned to Nestor, the Spartine Warrior Champion.

If anyone could take down Abel and save Luella, it had to be him.

Yet Nestor remained rooted to the spot, showing no intention of stepping forward.

He had already discerned that Abel's strength far surpassed his own.

To act now would be to court disaster.

Teagan, observing the situation, saw an opportunity.

This was the perfect chance to play the hero and win Luella's favor.

If he had stepped forward to save Luella and defeated Abel now, she would surely have seen him in a new light.

Women, after all, were emotional beings, and Luella would be no exception.

Furthermore, the Caffereys and Aldridges were at least somewhat evenly matched in status.

With this thought, Teagan pointed coldly at Abel. "How dare you behave so insolently! Did I give you permission to do that?" Abel laughed. "Permission? Hahaha! Who do you think you are? Self-centered fool! Get lost!" Teagan's fury erupted, and he clenched his fists tightly. "I am a Seven-Star Spartine Warrior!" "A Seven-Star Spartine Warrior?" Abel's eerie laughter grew louder. "Spartine Warriors are nothing but garbage!" A flicker of coldness flashed across Nestor's face.

Teagan tightened his fists and turned to Nestor. "Mr. Nestor, letdeal with this lunatic first!" Before Nestor could stop him, Teagan launched a punch with all his strength.

But his full-force blow felt as though it had struck thin air.

Its power was completely absorbed.

Bang! Teagan's burly figure flew backward like a shrimp and landed heavily beside Pierre.

Nestor's heart skipped a beat, and a wave of shock swept over him.

Initially, he had judged Abel to be formidable but believed he could at least hold his own against him. However, after witnessing Abel's effortless defeat of Teagan, his confidence evaporated.

Though Teagan wasn't among the top-tier Spartine Warriors, his strength was not something t ordinary fighter could easily overcome.

Yet Abel had dismissed him with a casual move.

From the force of that single blow, it was clear Abel had no intention of killing Pierre or Teagan.

If he had, they'd already be dead.

Abel glanced at Teagan, who was still coughing up blood, and shook his head.

"Boy, you're far too weak. You guys are a pack of useless fools who only fight amongst yourselves." He then turned his gaze to Nestor, whose face was grim.

"This is betweenand the Aldridges. I advise you to stay out of it, or I won't hesitate to eliminate you as well." Nestor hesitated for a long moment but ultimately did not step forward.

The disappointment in the eyes of the distinguished guests was palpable.

The so-called Spartine Warrior Champion, who had boasted of being unbeatable, now didn't even dare to utter a word. Nestor wasn't bothered by it.

Reputation could be rebuilt; what mattered was that the Aldridges' feud with Abel was none of his concern.

He had no intention of getting involved in a blood feud between powerful families.

Abel approached Luella and pointed at her. "Are you coming with me, or do I settle this here and now?" Luella snorted coldly. "Who are you? Why are you hiding yourself from us?" Abel pulled back the hood of his cloak, revealing his face. "There's et nothing to hide. You know Ernst, don'tyou? He's my gra "The grudge between the Cesars and the Aldridges has lingered for more than half a century. It's tfor it to cto an end."