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."

in laughter. "Conrad, are

my legs, and I won't bother

this out! The Dreamscape Bar has

out to the passersby with

in Fricana. The very

received an award from the Terenova

a model

as an unofficial

all rights, he should be a hero here!

like this, working as a doorman

think you were a big deal for helping

after a few

"And you?

in bed, unable

sister, that pretty chick... Let's not even go there!

laughing uproariously with his friends. Conrad remained hunched over, a chill emanating from his lifeless eyes. His aged, humbled

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

make sure you can't even

mother will likely starve before she succumbs to her illness!

fists finally fell limp

in Conrad's eyes

you going to crawl

have time

hand and brought

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

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

forward, wielding clubs and launching a

and overwhelmed, the waitstaff stood little

of them lay on

off! You think

You're asking

trouble!

his flabby face shaking

stepped forward, positioning himself defiantly in

a swing from one of their

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

"Conrad, can't