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 you begging

between my legs, and I

has a special performance

man called out to

boasting about his exploits as a mercenary in Fricana. The very next day, he helped the police take me down on

he received an award from the

a

as an unofficial

be a hero here! But

end up like this,

think you were a big

after a few

"And you?

is stuck in bed, unable

pretty chick... Let's not

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

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

you

meager paycheck, your poor mother will likely starve before

fists finally fell limp once

in Conrad's eyes fading under

to crawl or

don't have

tattooed man raised his hand and brought it

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 hadn't coerced those girls into dealing drugs and ended up in trouble,

of them, sending him sprawling to the ground. "You

forward, wielding clubs and launching a brutal attack on the

overwhelmed, the waitstaff stood little chance

before several of

them off! You think

me? You're asking for

trouble!

the fallen staff, his flabby face shaking

himself defiantly in

a swing from one of their

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

"Conrad, can't