The Deadly Assassin Robin
Chapter 229

Chapter 229 Dark Messenger

Across from Blossom Haven, a bar in Harmonfield's southern suburbs, a group of well-dressed men stood observing.

They were field debt collection agents from TrustGen Loans, led by Stuart McCarthy, a man in his thirties and the team leader of Field DebtCollection Team A.

Stuart eyed the modest bar thoughtfully before asking, "Mr. Price, are you sure all 300 clients we need to collect from today work here?"

The lawyer, Gregory Price, nodded. "Yes, Mr. McCarthy. The information from the Sales Department points here. This bar is part of the Tigerspire Group in Harmonfield, which is well-funded, and its employees earn high salaries."

Stuart took the debtor information from Gregory, still cautious. "Could you double-check? Are we really sure the employees here have such high earnings? It seems a bit hard to believe."

Gregory replied without hesitation. "Yes, Mr. McCarthy. According to the platform database, this bar has substantial registered capital and solid financial backing. Friends of mine say it gets extremely busy at night."

He went on, "I also researched this before coming. Tigerspire Group operates dozens of venues, including bars, karaoke halls, hotels, and private clubs."

"The employees here who've taken loans from TrustGen Loans all reported monthly incomes above 30,000 dollars," Gregory confirmed. "Based on this, their loan limits were set between 200,000 and 500,000 dollars, and quite a few hold department management positions."

Stuart knitted his brows as he listened to Gregory's statement. "I went over the loan applications. They all list manager positions. If the information is correct, this small bar supposedly only hires supervisors, with each person earning over 50,000 dollars a month. Do you buy that?"

Gregory replied, "Well, we aren't sure about that, Mr. McCarthy. All we can say is that the basic information checks out as they presented it."

"Plus, their official emails and income statements all carry Tigerspire Group's endorsement. Surely their company wouldn't be helping them falsify personal records, would they?"

Stuart pointed at Blossom Haven with a furrowed brow and said in a clearly skeptical tone, "This bar supposedly has 300 employees, with 299 claiming to be managers. Does that make any sense to you?" Gregory and the other suited men scratched their heads in silence.

That is exactly what the records show.

Could it be that we were scammed?

It's always us at TrustGen Loans who do the deceiving-how could we possibly be the ones getting scammed?"

Stuart was a top debt collector supervisor at TrustGen Loans, a collection agency in Harmonfield.

Today, he led a team to the Blossom Haven bar for on-site deby collections.

At TrustGen Loans, their online loan system stipulated that any borrowed funds typically had a repayment period of ten days.

However, once borrowers secured a loan, they would immediately activate phone calls and on-site collection procedures on the same day, demanding repayment that was double the principal and agreed-upon interest.

Clearly, they were setting a trap for borrowers. After falling for their tricks, the borrowers would face illegal debt collection tactics. If they did not repay on the same day, the agency would immediately harass friends and family by phone, pressuring them to take out new loans to pay off old ones, even resorting to sharing nude photos on social media as part of their debt collection tactics.

Originally just a thug from a small town near Harmonfield, Stuart adopted a fake identity as a lawyer after being hired as a field collector by the shady loan company TrustGen Loans.

Using his falsified lawyer credentials and mob-like tactics to threaten and intimidate borrowers, Stuart had brought in substantial revenue for TrustGen Loans over the past year, rising to become the top supervisor among field staff.

Today, TrustGen Loans amassed an astonishing amount of business in just half a day, which left him pleasantly surprised. After receiving the task, he calculated that completing this batch of debt collection would mean a significant payday for him. Yet, upon hearing his subordinate's account, he felt a nagging doubt.

In a rundown bar with 300 employees, an astounding 299 of them claimed to be managers, each earning over 50,000 dollars a month.

After reviewing the loan information, he noted that each person had taken out loans exceeding 300,000 dollars, which only added to his suspicion.

He hesitated for a moment before finally leading his subordinate into the bar.

As soon as he entered the bar, Stuart sensed that this place differed greatly from the others.

At this time of day, there shouldn't have been too many customers.

However, the Blossom Haven bar was packed to the brim.

He found the receptionist, handed over a list of borrowers, and asked, "These are people of your bar, right?"

The receptionist nodded and pointed to a group of people in the middle of the bar. "That's right; they're all sitting there. Everyone you're looking for is here today, and there are more upstairs. I'll have them all come over shortly." Stuart's heart sank a little.

He quickly glanced around and estimated there were about two to three hundred people.

Everyone in the bar seemed to be staff, with no single customer in sight.

Before he could say anything, all the lights in the bar suddenly turned on.

A red-haired man approached and pushed Stuart slightly, saying, "Debt collectors from TrustGen Loans? Are you here to look for me?"

Stuart sized up the red-haired man and asked, "You are..."

"I am Dennis Rodriguez."

Stuart nodded and displayed his lawyer's credentials, adopting an extremely professional demeanor. "We are the field attorneys from TrustGen Loans. We're here to collect ..."

Dennis laughed. "I just borrowed the money this morning, and you're already here to collect in the afternoon? Didn't you promise that the repayment period would be ten days? It's not even due yet! What are you, a loan shark company? Hahaha..." "But it doesn't matter; I never planned to pay it back when I took out the loan. So, it doesn't matter when you come to collect it; it makes no difference."

Watching Dennis's nonchalant attitude, Stuart couldn't shake the feeling that this was a trap and that this group had been waiting for them all along. Still, Stuart had the staff look up Dennis's name on the platform. After entering his ID number, it displayed a total loan amount of 330,000 dollars. "Mr. Rodriguez, you borrowed 330,000 dollars on our platform, and now you owe 700,000 dollars."

Dennis laughed. "Alright, show me the interest from your platform."

Stuart signaled to a staff member, who presented the repayment amount on the tablet to Dennis. "What method are you using for repayment?" the staff member asked professionally.

Dennis grabbed the tablet and smashed it on the floor. "Repay? Hell no! I borrowed 330,000 dollars this morning, and you want me to repay 700,000 dollars this afternoon?Do you think I'm a fool? You're as naive as a baby!"

Dennis seized the staff member by the collar and slammed him against a nearby pillar. Laughter soon erupted throughout the bar.

Seeing this scene, Stuart felt a surge of panic. This was the first time he had encountered such an arrogant borrower while working with

TrustGen Loans' field collection net resistance before, but never ove

team He had faced violent

someone with such confidence and

aggression.

He was about to call for backup when a group of people in the bar stepped forward, each announcing their names. "Come on, help me check how much I owe you!"

The crowd buzzed with voices, pushing Stuart and his team into the center. "D*mn it, you think you can pull a scam on us, the members of Abyssal Dominion? Do you have a death wish?" Hearing the term "Abyssal Dominion" sent shivers down Stuart's spine. He never imagined that this bar was affiliated with Rygar from Abyssal Dominion.

If he had known this, he wouldn't have dared to come here, even if his life depended on it.

Before he could explain, everyone in the bar raised their bottles and brought them down on their heads in a flurry of bangs and crashes.

Ten minutes later, Stuart and his companions were thrown out of Blossom Haven bar, their faces covered in blood.

Meanwhile, the same scene unfolded at several locations in Harmonfield.

Soon, TrustGen Loans learned at the Harmonfield Office that a large sum of money they had lent out that morning was borrowed by members of Abyssal Dominion.

After much contemplation, Damon Randall, the manager of TrustGen Loans' Harmonfield Office, decided to personally visit Shawn at the Tigerspire Group Office located in Abyssal Dominion.

A disciple of Abyssal Dominion came to report, "Mr. Cooper, Damon Randall, the manager of TrustGen Loans' Harmonfield Office, would like to see you."

Shawn scratched his bald head and narrowed his eyes. "Let him in."

Damon approached Shawn with two TrustGen Loans staff members. "I am..."

Shawn gestured for the two masseuses to leave and pointed at Damon. "You're Damon from TrustGen Loans? How dare you come here?"

Damon panicked. "Mr... Mr. Cooper, I'm here to ...

"To collect a debt from me? You motherf*cker, if you mention another word related to debt collection today, I'll chop off your tongue!"

Damon's face turned ashen, and he trembled. "Mr. Cooper, I don't know how we've offended you. Can you please tell me?"

Shawn stood up and walked in front of Damon. "D*mn it, kneel down!"

Damon, terrified, knelt down. "Mr. Cooper, please calm down. I'm here to apologize. I have no idea when or how I offended the Abyssal Dominion. I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me."

Shawn laughed. "Offend the Abyssal

Dominion? I doubt you have the guts to do so! Go back and tell your master that someone has a

message for him: if he dares to net

scam others with his loan shark company and shady loans again, I'll wipe out the Poison King Sect!"

Damon was instantly stunned.

Shawn actually knew that their backing force was the Poison King Sect!

He pondered and hesitated for quite some time before finally realizing that this was something beyond his ability to resolve.

Someone wanted to challenge the Poison King Sect!

This action by Abyssal Dominion was clearly orchestrated by a mastermind.

"Mr. Cooper, I'll make sure to pass on the message," Damon hesitated and pleaded, "But could you have your brothers from Abyssal Dominion return the loan's principal to us ... ?"

Bang!

Shawn kicked Damon hard on the shoulder. "The money is already in my brothers' accounts. What makes you think you can get it back? Are you out of your mind?"

The room erupted in laughter among the disciples of Abyssal Dominion.

Shawn smacked Damon's face lightly and said, "Go back and tell your master that he has offended someone he shouldn't have by doing such wicked things!"

"Get out of Harmonfield immediately. If you dare to collect even a cent of the money borrowed, I'll have the brothers from Abyssal Dominion chop you all up! Now get lost!" Bloodied, Damon and his group fled from the Tigerspire Group building.

Ten minutes later, the Poison King Sect headquarters received a message.

Harry kneeled before a man dressed in a black robe and said, "Mr. Messenger, our capital operations in Harmonfield have failed. We've confirmed that it was all orchestrated by that Robin." The man in the black robe snorted coldly. "The Dark Lord's plan must not be thwarted; Robin must die!"