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

crawl between my legs,

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

man called out to

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

that, he received an award from the

a model

him as

should be a hero here! But look at him

this, working as

you think you were a big deal

out after a few

"And you?

in bed, unable to pay for treatment!

that pretty chick... Let's not even

remained hunched over, a chill emanating from his lifeless eyes. His aged,

reluctantly relaxed them. "Grovel

you

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

clenched fists finally fell limp

Conrad's eyes fading under the chaotic flickering of

to

have time

his hand and brought it crashing down

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

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

group surged forward, wielding clubs and launching a brutal attack

stood little chance

several of them lay on

You think

to me? You're asking for shouted,

trouble!

staff, his flabby face shaking with

positioning himself defiantly in front

a swing from one

his gang paused for a moment, surprise flashing across their faces as they halted their assault. "Matthew, let's

"Conrad, can't

and I