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,

well! Just grovel and crawl between my legs, and I won't

Bar has a special

to the passersby with

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

that, he received an

was honored as a

even hired him as an unofficial narcotics

hero here! But

did he end up like this, working as

a big deal for helping the cops catch

a few days and

"And you?

bed,

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

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

fists clenched a few times before he reluctantly relaxed them. "Grovel and crawl!" the bald man bellowed,

you

your poor mother will likely starve before she

clenched fists finally

Robin noticed the coldness in Conrad's eyes fading under the chaotic

to

have time to

brought it crashing down onto Conrad's bowed

waitstaff from the Dreamscape Bar stepped forward to defend Conrad. "Conrad only assisted the police to 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 up in trouble, he wouldn't have had to step in! "Among those girls is Conrad's sister! You're nothing but a pack

could continue, Matthew Beckett kicked one of them, sending him sprawling to

surged forward, wielding clubs and launching a brutal attack

and overwhelmed, the waitstaff stood little chance against

of them lay

them off! You think

back to me? You're asking for

trouble!

fallen staff, his flabby face shaking

positioning himself defiantly

a swing

gang paused for a moment, surprise flashing across their faces as they halted their assault. "Matthew, let's not take our frustrations out on

"Conrad, can't