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, are you

my legs, and I won't bother you

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

out to

ago, he returned from overseas, boasting about his exploits as a mercenary in Fricana. The very next day, he helped the police take me down on

an award from

honored as a model citizen of

as an unofficial

hero here!

like this, working as a doorman

think you were a big deal for helping the

out after a few

"And you?

mother is stuck in bed,

that pretty chick... Let's not even

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

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

sure you can't

paycheck, your poor mother will likely starve before she succumbs to her illness!

clenched fists finally fell limp

in Conrad's eyes

you going to

have time

brought it

too much!" 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 into dealing drugs and ended up in trouble, he wouldn't have had to step in! "Among those girls is Conrad's sister!

waitstaff could continue, Matthew Beckett kicked one of them, sending him sprawling to the ground. "You

launching a brutal attack on the young

the waitstaff stood little chance against the thugs

of them lay on

You think you

back to me? You're asking

trouble!

staff, his flabby face shaking

Conrad stepped forward, positioning himself defiantly

a swing from one of

moment, surprise flashing across their faces as they halted their assault. "Matthew,

"Conrad, can't

year, and I still over what you