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,

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

to

mercenary in Fricana. The very

of that, he received an award from

a model

him as an unofficial

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

like this, working as a doorman

think you were a big deal

a few

"And you?

in bed, unable to pay for treatment!

that pretty chick... Let's not even

struck 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

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

you can't

will likely starve before she

clenched fists finally fell

the coldness in Conrad's eyes

to crawl

have time to

hand and brought it crashing down onto Conrad's bowed

wrong time. "If you

sending him sprawling to the ground. "You pathetic loser!

forward, wielding clubs and launching a

waitstaff stood little chance

several of

them off! You think you

me? You're asking

trouble!

his flabby face

positioning himself defiantly in front of

a swing from

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

"Conrad, can't