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 you

Just grovel and crawl between my legs, and

on, everyone! Check this out! The Dreamscape Bar has a special performance tonight, better than any strip club!

called out to the

this guy! Three years ago, he returned from overseas, boasting about his exploits as a mercenary in Fricana. The very next

he received an award from the

as a model

as

he should be a hero here! But look at him

did he end up like this, working as a doorman in

think you were a big deal for helping the cops catch

got out after a few days and still

"And you?

mother is stuck in bed, unable

sister, 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

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

you can't even keep this

poor mother will likely

fists finally

noticed the coldness in Conrad's eyes fading

going to

have time to

his hand and brought it crashing down

you because 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

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

launching a brutal attack on

waitstaff stood little chance

long before several of them

off! You think you

to me? You're asking

trouble!

the fallen staff, his flabby face shaking

stepped forward, positioning himself defiantly

to block a swing from one

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

"Conrad, can't

and I still over