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, are

my legs, and I won't

this out! The Dreamscape Bar has a

tattooed man called out to the

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

he received an award

was honored as a model

hired him as

all rights, he should be a hero here! But look at him now!

this, working as a doorman in this

big deal

few days and

"And you?

in bed, unable

chick... Let's not even go

over, a chill emanating from his lifeless eyes. His aged, humbled face

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

you can't even keep

likely starve before she succumbs to

finally fell

eyes fading under the chaotic flickering of

to crawl

have

and brought it crashing

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

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

clubs and launching a brutal attack on

the waitstaff stood little chance against the thugs armed with

wasn't long before several of them lay on

off! You

back to me? You're

trouble!

fallen staff, his flabby face

himself defiantly in front

raised his arm to block a swing from one

their faces as they halted their assault. "Matthew, let's not take our frustrations out on them. They're just kids,"

"Conrad, can't