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. "Conrad, are

between my legs, and I won't bother

has

to

as a mercenary in Fricana. The very next day, he helped the police take me down on this street! "He accused me of being a

of that, he received an award from

honored as a

him as an unofficial narcotics

a hero here! But look at him now!

did he end up like this, working as

you were a big deal for helping the cops

a few days and still

"And you?

is stuck in bed,

chick... Let's

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

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

sure you can't even keep this

meager paycheck, your poor mother will likely starve before she succumbs to her illness!

fists finally

in Conrad's eyes fading under the chaotic flickering

you going to

don't have time

brought it crashing

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

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

and launching a brutal attack on the young

little chance against the thugs armed with

before several of them lay on the

off! You

You're asking

trouble!

the fallen staff, his flabby face shaking with

himself defiantly

his arm to block a

his gang paused for a moment, surprise flashing across their faces as they halted their assault. "Matthew, let's not take our frustrations out on them. They're just kids," Conrad said, his voice

"Conrad, can't