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."

man erupted in laughter.

between my legs, and I won't bother

on, everyone! Check this out! The Dreamscape Bar has a special performance tonight, better than

tattooed man called out to the passersby with blatant

a mercenary in Fricana. The very next day, he helped the police take

of that, he received an

honored as a model citizen of

hired him as an unofficial narcotics

hero

this, working as a

think you were a big

out after a few days and

"And you?

poor mother is stuck in bed,

Let's not even go

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

relaxed them. "Grovel and crawl!" the bald

make sure you can't even

poor mother will likely starve

fists finally fell limp once

Robin noticed the coldness in Conrad's eyes fading under the

to

have

hand and brought it crashing down onto

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, he wouldn't have had to step in! "Among those girls is Conrad's sister! You're nothing but a pack of

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

wielding clubs and launching a brutal attack on the young

overwhelmed, the waitstaff stood little chance against the thugs armed with

before several of them

You think

me? You're asking for shouted,

trouble!

staff, his flabby face shaking

stepped forward, positioning himself defiantly in front

arm to block a swing from one of their

as they halted their assault. "Matthew, let's not take our frustrations out on them. They're

"Conrad, can't