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

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

Dreamscape Bar has a special performance tonight, better than any strip

called out to the passersby with blatant

at this guy! Three years ago, 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

an award from the Terenova

as a model

hired him as

all rights, he should be a hero here!

this, working as a doorman

you were a big deal for helping the cops catch

few days and still

"And you?

poor mother is stuck in bed, unable to pay for

pretty chick... Let's

Conrad's lowered head, laughing uproariously with his friends. Conrad remained hunched over, a chill emanating from his lifeless eyes. His aged, humbled face twitched as he

clenched a few times before he reluctantly relaxed them.

I'll make sure you can't

that meager paycheck, your poor mother will likely starve before she

clenched fists finally fell limp once

noticed the coldness in Conrad's eyes fading under the

you going to crawl

don't have

man raised his hand and 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

Matthew Beckett kicked one of them, sending him sprawling to the ground. "You

launching a brutal attack

the waitstaff stood little

before several of

You think

You're

trouble!

his flabby face shaking with

himself defiantly in front of the

his arm to block a swing from

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