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 you begging

grovel and crawl between my legs, and I won't bother

everyone! Check this out! The Dreamscape Bar has a special performance tonight,

called out to the passersby with

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

he received an award from the

as a model

even hired him as an unofficial narcotics

hero here! But look at him

up like this, working as a doorman

were a big

after a few

"And you?

stuck in bed, unable to pay for treatment!

Let's

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

few times before he reluctantly relaxed them. "Grovel and crawl!" the

make sure you can't even

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

clenched fists finally fell limp

coldness in Conrad's eyes fading

you going to

don't have

brought it crashing

much!" Several 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

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

surged forward, wielding clubs and launching

and overwhelmed, the waitstaff stood little chance against the thugs

of them lay on the

off! You think you

to me? You're

trouble!

staff, his flabby

forward, positioning himself

raised his arm to block a swing from

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

"Conrad, can't