The Deadly Assassin Robin
Chapter 832 Master Ramsey, I'll Tell You Everything
Robin stared at the pool of blood on the ground.
He knew this was the trademark technique of the Dark Night Alliance's assassins.
If they couldn't escape, they would take their own lives and vanish without a trace.
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It was becoming increasingly clear that everything the Poison King Sect had done over the
ears had been under the control of the Dark Night Alliance.
And the massacre at Dragon Manor? It was undoubtedly tied to them as well.
However, whether there was an even greater force pulling the strings behind the Dark Night Alliance was still uncertain.
Robin's eyes darkened. If the clues were this obvious, Shadow would have already uncovered the truth long ago.
So why had Old Fred remained silent all these years, never moving against them?
What else was Old Fred hiding?
Was he afraid of something?
Robin clenched his fists. It seemed the time had come to pay a visit to Ugosea and track down the Dark Night Alliance's headquarters.
Once there, every hidden secret would finally come to light.
As Robin left the villa, the two blue-clad guards set it ablaze, the fire quickly consuming the building.noveldrama
Without hesitation, Robin and his group departed Poinegreen.
Once they reached the city center of Poinegreen, Ferell brought the car to a stop. "Ms. Dawson, this is your stop," Ferell said as he turned back to Piper. Piper, still lost in a daze, snapped out of her thoughts at his words. "I ..."
She wanted to ask if she could go with them back to Harmonfield.
But when her eyes landed on Robin's cold, detached expression and then shifted to Shirley's downcast face, she knew. She could never be part of their circle again. There are some things in life that, once lost, can never be reclaimed.
The door had closed forever.
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Stepping out of the car, Piper stood in the chilly night air, unsure where to go.
She had nothing now-no money, no home, no direction. All she could see in her mind's eye was Rosalie's devastated, hopeless gaze in her final moments.
"Piper, wait!" Amber's voice called out as she ran toward her.
Ms. Jenning, is there something else?" Piper asked, her tone unsure.
Amber placed a bank card into Piper's hand. "This is the payroll account you gave the company before. Ms. Dunn had someone transfer it back to you. There's 100 thousand in there. Use it to sort your life out and plan for the future." Piper froze, staring at the card in disbelief. "Ms. Jenning, I... I can't take this money."
"Take it." Amber pushed the card firmly into Piper's hand. "This was Mr. Ramsey and Ms. Dunn's decision. Goodbye!"
Piper stood frozen, watching Amber's retreating figure. After a long moment, tears poured uncontrollably from her eyes.
Right then and there, all she wanted was to go back-to the way things used to be.
Back to the university days, she shared with Rosalie as classmates. Back to the time when they first joined the Dunn Group together.
If she could go back, she swore she would never make the same mistakes.
She would treat everyone kindly.
But-
But time was like a fleeting horse, rushing past, never to return.
Robin was right. There was no such thing as a next life.
The mere fact that she had crossed paths with them in this life was already a blessing. Why had it come to this? Why had she allowed herself to harm those around her?
As the wind whipped around her, Piper broke down in uncontrollable sobs.
Robin, Shirley, and the others disappeared from view as their car drove farther and farther away. Piper knew-there was no longer any place for her in their lives.
She bowed deeply toward the direction of their fading car. "Thank you... for the chance to meet you in this lifetime. Since there won't be a next life, I will make sure to live this one well." 96%
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The next morning, at the Southmere International Convention Center, the grand hall bustled with activity.
The Southmere regional competition of Draconia's Go Association Tournament was taking place.
This year's tournament featured a total of 200 participants.
Inside the hall, the impressive sight of 100 simultaneous matches drew spectators' attention as the competition began with great fanfare.
At precisely 8:30 a.m., the first round of preliminary matches commenced.
The first round was a single-elimination match.
Players competed in rapid games, with each game lasting one hour.
By 9:30 a.m., the first round had concluded.
Out of the original 200 participants, only 100 remained.
The second round followed a challenge-match format.
The remaining 100 players were paired randomly through a draw. These matches were also played in rapid-game style.
After another intense round of fierce battles, only 20 winners emerged.
These 20 players earned the right to advance to Draconia's national championship finals.
However, the top three players from the Southmere regional competition still had one last set of matches to determine their final rankings.
In the end, after three more rounds of finals among the top 20, the Southmere region's top three champions were crowned.
At this point in the competition, the top three finalists each received their prize of 100 thousand.
However, there was still one bonus event left.
The top three finalists were granted the opportunity to challenge three elite Go masters from the tournament committee, as well as the president of the Draconia Go Association and its two vice presidents. Anyone who successfully defeated one of the vice presidents would win a prize of 1 million.
Defeating the president would earn a prize of 5 million.
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The first two challengers who faced the Draconia Go Association's vice presidents both failed.
But the third challenger surprised everyone.
Against all odds, they defeated both vice presidents in succession, advancing to the ultimate match against the Draconia Go Association's president, Benjamin.
This final match drew the attention of everyone in attendance.
Even Benjamin himself was intrigued by this challenger.
After all, the two vice presidents under him were both professional ninth-level masters.
No one in Draconia had ever managed to defeat them both, let alone in a single session.
And yet, this challenger had done so within just 20 minutes, showcasing a level of skill far beyond anything Benjamin or the tournament committee had anticipated.
When Robin sat down as the final challenger across from Benjamin, all of Benjamin's doubts instantly disappeared.
"So, it was you, Mr. Ramsey, who blazed through the competition and made it to this final match," Benjamin said, his tone laced with both surprise and admiration.
Robin smiled faintly. "Mr. Shorts, I'm not here for the 5 million prize. I want to gamble for an answer instead."
Benjamin frowned slightly, curious. "May I ask, Mr. Ramsey, what kind of answer you're gambling for?"
"I want to bet on the unresolved mystery of a major case you handled years ago," Robin said, his voice steady yet sharp.
Benjamin froze, his expression briefly stiffening. Then he lowered his gaze to the black-and-white Go board in front of him, lost in thought. After a moment, he nodded. "Since you've brought it up, Mr. Ramsey, I'll accept the wager." Robin leaned back slightly and looked at the board. "15 minutes. If I lose, you may make any request of me, and I'll honor it."
"But if I win in 15 minutes, I expect you to deliver on your promise."
Benjamin gave a polite nod. "Let's begin."
Benjamin had faced Robin before and had some understanding of his Go style. But this time, Robin played with an entirely different approach. He launched an aggressive and unrelenting attack from the very first move.
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In an instant, Benjamin's positions were thrown into chaos, his formation falling apart under the pressure. This style was a stark contrast to Robin's usual tactic of patiently waiting for the right moment to counterattack. Benjamin found himself caught completely off guard. In less than five minutes, beads of sweat began to form on Benjamin's forehead as he completely lost control of the
game.
He had never imagined that such an aggressive and razor-sharp playing style could exist. After spending decades mastering Go and perfecting his strategies, Benjamin had always thought himself an expert in both offense and defense.
But now, he found himself unable to even execute his usual moves.
Robin's relentless, no-holds-barred approach shattered Benjamin's formations before they could even take shape, leaving him in utter disarray.
By the seventh minute, the game was already decided.
Robin tossed his Go stone onto the board with finality. "It's over, Mr. Shorts. You've lost this match, and not even a miracle could turn it around."
The two vice presidents watching from the sidelines were left utterly stunned.
In all their years of studying Go, they had never seen anything like this-an unorthodox, unpredictable playing style that obliterated the legendary Benjamin with such ease.
"What... what kind of playstyle is this?" one of the vice presidents stammered.
Robin smiled faintly, his expression calm. "In every game, there's one thing that no strategy in the world can counter."
"And what's that?"
Both vice presidents, as well as Benjamin, waited intently for Robin's answer.
"Speed. No matter how refined, no matter how clever or hard-hitting a strategy is, it can't hold up against pure speed. The strongest forces in the world all crumble when faced with it," Robin said coolly. Benjamin wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood up.
Bowing deeply, he said, "Mr. Ramsey, I admit defeat-completely and wholeheartedly.
"Please, let's speak privately in my study. I will answer all your questions today."
Once inside the study, Benjamin instructed his two students to stand guard outside the door, not letting anyone disturb them during their conversation.
After closing the door, Robin got straight to the point. "Mr. Shorts, 20 years ago, during the
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Dragon Manor massacre, you were the vice president of Draconia's Inspectorate and in charge of investigating the case.
"There's one crucial question I need answered."
Benjamin's expression darkened as he furrowed his brows. He stood again and bowed respectfully. "Master Ramsey, I will answer truthfully." Robin gave a small nod. "On the night of the massacre, the Dragon Palace Token had already been issued.
"Why, then, did the reinforcements from the Seven Great Royal Houses delay their arrival by an entire hour?
"After your investigation, no explanation was ever given.
"What's more, I've learned that after you submitted your investigation report to the higher-ups, it vanished without a trace.
"And three days later, you abruptly resigned from the Inspectorate. Why?"