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. "Conrad, are you

Just grovel and crawl between my legs, and

on, everyone! Check this out! The Dreamscape Bar has

tattooed man called out to

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

he received an award from

was honored as a model citizen

as an unofficial narcotics

hero here! But

up like this, working as a

think you were a big deal for helping the cops

out after a few

"And you?

in bed, unable to pay for treatment!

Let's not even

head, laughing uproariously with his friends. Conrad remained hunched over, a chill emanating from his lifeless

reluctantly relaxed them. "Grovel and

I'll make sure you can't even

poor mother will likely starve before she succumbs to her illness!

finally

the coldness in Conrad's eyes

to

don't have time to

his hand and brought it crashing down onto Conrad's

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

sprawling to the ground. "You pathetic loser! Who do you think

group surged forward, wielding clubs and launching a brutal attack

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

long before several of them

them off! You

back to me? You're asking for

trouble!

his flabby

forward, positioning himself defiantly in front

raised his arm to block a swing from one of

for a moment, surprise flashing across their faces as they halted their assault. "Matthew,

"Conrad, can't