The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1433

Shirley had never been one to argue or fight, but seeing her daughter slapped snapped something inside her.

She lunged forward to protect Carrie. "How can you be so cruel? You hit a kid!"

The woman in white snarled like a wild dog, grabbing Shirley's pale, flowing hair in a harsh grip. "So what if I hit you? I hit people like you—filthy lowlifes!

"You actually blocked my car—that's punishable by death!"

Jaron, watching his mom and sister being attacked, tried to push the white woman away but was shoved hard to the ground by the black-clad man.

Brenda and Joanna moved to defend Shirley and Carrie but were stopped by the same burly man.

The white woman yanked Shirley's hair, slamming her head against the van's side.

Just as she raised her hand to strike again, Jaron scrambled up and threw himself in front of his mother.

The woman slammed her sharp heel down on Jaron's back with brutal force, blood instantly soaking his clothes.

"Stop it!"

Brenda and Joanna struggled against the man blocking them, desperate to get through.

But the black-clad man was a mountain of muscle—they couldn't break free.

Still wild with rage, the woman in white kicked out toward Shirley's face with full force.

Before the woman in white's foot could reach Shirley, Robin appeared in a flash, delivering a powerful kick that sent her flying across the street.

In an instant, Coastal Avenue fell deathly quiet. Every head turned toward the man with the long white hair standing there.

Though his features were hidden, a fierce and oppressive energy radiated from him—a brutal force thick with the stench of blood.

Even from more than ten yards away, that raw, violent aura stirred deep fear in everyone, causing their bodies to tremble.

"Dad! She's a witch! She hit me, and my brother, and Mom, and Aunt Joanna too!" Carrie burst into Robin's arms, crying hard.

The crowd quickly realized who he was—the kids' father.

They couldn't help but wonder how the parents already had white hair when their kids barely seemed older than three or four.

The car they drove was something modest and nothing fancy for a place like Qacalisle Island.

Some who recognized the man in black grew worried about Robin's family.

His name was Lennox Whitmore, the chief of Qacalisle Island's Metropolitan Police Department, a top official in the police department, and cousin to Kelsey, the island's chief manager.

In recent years, Kelsey's family had risen rapidly from commoners to one of the island's most influential clans.

At first, Qacalisle Island had been calm and orderly.

But everything shifted three years ago.

The old-timers felt it—the island was slipping back into its darker past.

They recalled when Divine Drakebane took control, offering a vision for a better future.

A place where healthcare was affordable, children went to school, young people could buy homes, schools were safe from bullies, villages were free of tyrants, no one disappeared without explanation, and corruption was rooted out.

No gangs, no wrongful imprisonments.

The weak found protection, the strong didn't prey on them, talent was nurtured, and hard work got its due.

Society was balanced, freedom of speech was respected, and everyone had the right to choose their path, beliefs, and desires.

But after rumors spread that Divine Drakebane had fallen, a dark shadow descended upon this island.

Qacalisle Island reverted to a brutal, lawless place.

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