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."

laughter. "Conrad,

and crawl between my legs, and I

Dreamscape Bar has a special performance

man called out to the passersby with

about his exploits as a mercenary in Fricana. The very next

received an award

was honored as a

hired him as

all rights, he should be a hero here! But

up like this, working as a

think you were a big deal for helping

got out after a few days and

"And you?

mother is stuck in bed, unable to pay

pretty chick... Let's not

uproariously with his friends. Conrad remained hunched over, a chill emanating from his lifeless eyes. His aged, humbled face twitched as

them. "Grovel and crawl!" the bald man bellowed, legs spread

you can't even keep this

your poor mother will likely starve before

fists finally

noticed the coldness in Conrad's eyes fading under the chaotic flickering of

to crawl or

don't have time to

tattooed man raised his hand and brought it

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 have had to step in! "Among those girls is Conrad's sister! You're nothing but a

Matthew Beckett kicked one of them, sending him sprawling to the ground. "You pathetic loser! Who do

surged forward, wielding clubs and launching a brutal attack on the

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

before several of

off! You think

me? You're asking for

trouble!

the fallen staff, his flabby face

stepped forward, positioning himself defiantly in front of the

raised his arm to block a swing

their faces as they halted their assault. "Matthew, let's not take our

"Conrad, can't