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.

my legs, and I

Dreamscape Bar has a special performance tonight, better

called out to

guy! Three years ago, he returned from overseas, boasting about his exploits 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 drug

of that, he received an award from the Terenova

was honored as a model citizen of

as an unofficial

hero here! But look

up like this, working as a doorman

were a big

out after a few days and still

"And you?

bed, unable to

sister, that pretty chick... Let's

hunched over, a chill emanating from his lifeless eyes. His aged, humbled face twitched as he

reluctantly relaxed them. "Grovel and crawl!" the bald man bellowed,

make sure you can't even keep

poor mother will likely starve before

clenched fists finally fell limp once

coldness in Conrad's eyes fading under the chaotic flickering of

going to

have time to

and brought it

happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. "If

to the ground. "You pathetic loser! Who do you think you are, talking

forward, wielding clubs and launching a

overwhelmed, the waitstaff stood little chance against the thugs

before several of them lay

off! You think you

me? You're asking

trouble!

the fallen staff, his flabby

stepped forward, positioning himself

arm to block a swing from one of their

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.

"Conrad, can't