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."

tattooed man erupted in laughter.

between my

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out to the passersby

ago, he returned from overseas, boasting about his exploits as a mercenary in Fricana. The very next day, he helped the police take

received an award from

honored as a model citizen of

hired him as an unofficial

a hero here! But

like this, working as a doorman

big

out after a few days and

"And you?

poor mother is stuck in bed, unable

that pretty chick... Let's not even go

Conrad's lowered head, laughing uproariously with his friends. Conrad remained hunched over, a chill emanating from his lifeless eyes. His aged, humbled face twitched as

trembling fists clenched a few times before he reluctantly relaxed them. "Grovel and

you can't

that meager paycheck, your poor mother will likely starve before she succumbs

fists finally fell limp

Conrad's eyes fading

to

don't have

tattooed man raised his hand and brought it crashing

"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

Matthew Beckett kicked one of them, sending him sprawling to the ground. "You

wielding clubs and launching a brutal attack on the young

stood little chance

before several of

You think you

me? You're asking for shouted,

trouble!

fallen staff, his flabby face shaking

stepped forward, positioning himself

arm to block a swing from one of

and his gang paused for a moment, surprise flashing across their faces as they halted their assault. "Matthew,

"Conrad, can't