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."

laughter.

between my

Dreamscape Bar has a special performance tonight, better than any strip club!

to the passersby with

from overseas, boasting about his exploits as a mercenary in Fricana. The very next day, he helped

he received an award

honored as a model citizen

even hired him as an unofficial

all rights, he should be a hero here! But look

did he end up like this, working as a doorman

big

after a few

"And you?

in bed, unable to

chick... Let's not even

over, a chill emanating

relaxed them. "Grovel and

you can't

your poor mother will likely starve before

fists finally fell limp once

Conrad's eyes

you going to

have time to

and brought it crashing down onto Conrad's

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

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

forward, wielding clubs and launching a brutal attack on the

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

of them lay on the

off! You think

back to me? You're asking for shouted,

trouble!

his flabby face shaking

himself defiantly in front

raised his arm to block a swing from

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

"Conrad, can't