The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 262 I'm Your Worst Nightmare

Robin could clearly recall that harrowing rescue mission.

The team comprised seven individuals, each from different nations and various international mercenary organizations.

After three exhausting days of struggle, only Conrad and Robin were left standing.

They were up against thirty highly trained special forces mercenaries.

Each one had combat skills that could dismantle a heavily armed battalion.

The odds seemed insurmountable.

Conrad had confided in him that this would be his final mission.

He intended to go home afterward, having fought to ensure a better life for his mother and sister.

His resolve to survive and complete the mission was unwavering.

In the end, he and Conrad managed to fend off the enemy's security forces, emerging victorious.

During that battle, Conrad single-handedly took down over twenty mercenaries!

Robin was profoundly awed by his lethal abilities.

Afterward, Conrad left Fricana and returned to Demberoa.

Robin never saw him again.

For a long time, he almost forgot about the comrade who had fought alongside him in life-and-death situations.

He never imagined he would encounter him again.

Now, outside the Dreamscape Bar, a tattooed man and a few thugs were arrogantly tormenting Conrad.

The once-mighty Warrior King now resembled a soulless statue, numbed and silent, his head bowed in defeat.

His worn bartender uniform bore the dirt and footprints of those around him.

Still, Conrad continued to respectfully recite the standard phrases of his job.

"Gentlemen, please enter the bar. I kindly ask that you avoid creating a disturbance at the entrance, as it may disrupt other patrons. Thank you for your understanding."

erupted in laughter. "Conrad, are you

my legs,

Check this out! The Dreamscape Bar has a special performance tonight, better than any strip club!

to the passersby with

at this guy! Three years ago, he returned from overseas, boasting about his exploits as a mercenary in Fricana. The very next day, he

that, he received an award

a

him as

he should be a hero here! But look at him

did he end up like this, working as a doorman in this

a big deal

after a few days and

"And you?

in bed, unable

Let's not

Conrad remained hunched over, a chill emanating from his lifeless eyes. His aged, humbled face twitched as he fought to maintain

before he reluctantly relaxed them. "Grovel and crawl!" the bald man bellowed, legs

make sure you can't

your poor mother will likely starve before she succumbs

clenched fists finally

Conrad's eyes fading under the chaotic

to crawl

don't have time to

hand and brought it crashing down onto Conrad's bowed

happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. "If you hadn't coerced those girls into dealing drugs and ended up in trouble,

Beckett kicked one of them, sending him sprawling to the ground. "You pathetic loser! Who do you think you are,

group surged forward, wielding clubs and launching a

stood little chance against the

of

them off! You think you

You're asking

trouble!

fallen staff, his flabby face shaking

stepped forward, positioning himself defiantly in

his arm to block a swing from one

faces as they halted their assault. "Matthew, let's not take

"Conrad, can't