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."

erupted in laughter. "Conrad, are you

crawl between my legs, and I won't

out! The Dreamscape Bar has

called out to

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

he received an

was honored as a model

him as

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

this, working as a

a big

few days

"And you?

is stuck in bed, unable to pay for treatment!

chick... Let's not even go there!

man 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

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

I'll make sure you

poor mother will likely starve before she

clenched fists finally

noticed the coldness in Conrad's eyes

going to

don't have

tattooed man raised his hand and brought it crashing

to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. "If you hadn't coerced those girls into dealing drugs and ended

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

clubs and launching

the waitstaff stood little chance against the thugs armed

before several of them

You

to me? You're

trouble!

the fallen staff, his flabby face

Conrad stepped forward, positioning himself defiantly in front of the

arm to block a swing from one of their

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

"Conrad, can't

a year, and I still over what