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

between my legs, and

Bar has a special performance

out to

a mercenary in Fricana. The very next day, he helped the

received an award from the Terenova police

a model citizen

him as an unofficial

a hero here! But

did he end up like this, working

a big deal for helping the cops catch

a few days and

"And you?

poor mother is stuck in bed, unable to pay

pretty chick... Let's not even go

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

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

I'll make sure you can't even keep this

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

finally fell limp

coldness in Conrad's eyes fading under the

going to crawl or

have time to

hand and brought

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

continue, Matthew Beckett kicked one of them, sending him sprawling to the ground. "You pathetic loser! Who do you think you are, talking back

surged forward, wielding clubs and launching a brutal

and overwhelmed, the waitstaff stood little chance against the thugs

before several of

You think you

You're asking

trouble!

his

Conrad stepped forward, positioning himself defiantly in front

his arm to block a swing from one of their

his gang 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 just kids," Conrad said, his voice

"Conrad, can't