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 hafterward, 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." The tattooed man erupted in laughter. "Conrad, are you begging me? "Very well! Just grovel and crawl between my legs, and I won't bother you today.

"Con, everyone! Check this out! The Dreamscape Bar has a special performance tonight, better than any strip club! Hahaha..." The tattooed man called out to the passersby with blatant arrogance.

"Look 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 takedown on this street! "He accusedof being a drug dealer! "Because of that, he received an award from the Terenova police department.

"He was honored as a model citizen of Terenova! "They even hired him as an unofficial narcotics officer.

"By all rights, he should be a hero here! But look at him now! Hahaha...

"How did he end up like this, working as a doorman in this dump? "Did you think you were a big deal for helping the cops catch me? "I got out after a few days and still look good! "And you? "Your poor mother is stuck in bed, unable to pay for treatment! Hahaha...

"Your sister, that pretty chick... Let's not even go there! Hahaha..." The tattooed 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 twitched as he fought to maintain his composure.

His trembling fists clenched a few times before he reluctantly relaxed them. "Grovel and crawl!" the bald man bellowed, legs spread wide in arrogance.

"Otherwise, I'll make sure you can't even keep this job! "With that meager paycheck, your poor mother will likely starve before she succumbs to her illness! Hahaha..." Conrad's clenched fists finally fell limp once more.

Outside, Robin noticed the coldness in Conrad's eyes fading under the chaotic flickering of lights.

"Are you going to crawl or not? "I don't have tto wait!" The tattooed man raised his hand and brought it crashing down onto Conrad's bowed head.

"Matthew, that's 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! You're nothing but a pack of savages!" Bang! Bang! Bang! Before the 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 me?" Matthew's group surged forward, wielding clubs and launching a brutal attack on the young staff. Outnumbered and overwhelmed, the waitstaff stood little chance against the thugs armed with clubs.

It wasn't long before several of them lay on the ground.

"Finish them off! You think you can talk back to me? You're asking for shouted, pointing trouble! at the fallen staff, his flabby face shaking with rage.

Hesitating, Conrad stepped forward, positioning himself defiantly in front of the thugs.

He raised his arm to block a swing from one of their clubs.

Matthew and 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 unwavering. "Conrad, can't been a year, and I still over what you did!" Matthew sneered, movel slapping Conrad's face. belongs to "Unless you crawl between my legs today, this isn't over! "Don't even think about staying in Chinatown after this. Take your useless mother and get lost!" Conrad's bloodshot eyes lifted, his worn face contorted in pain.

His fists trembled with barely contained rage.

For a full thirty seconds, the fire of anger in Conrad's gaze dimmed.

The harsh realities of life and the cruelty of humanity had crushed the intensity of his once fierce spirit. All the faith and hope he had were gone.

To save his mother, to survive, he had no choice but to endure this humiliation.

If he could work for just six more months, he would have enough for her surgery! He didn't want to cause any more trouble.

All he wanted was to keep his head down and earn that small paycheck to provide the treatment his mother needed. Was it too much to ask for such a simple dream? Conrad battled with his thoughts.

He understood that if he struck Matthew, he would lose his opportunity to make money in Chinatown.

His mother, lying in a hospital bed, would lose her chance for help.

At that moment, his legs trembled, and humiliation welled in his eyes.

For his mother, for survival, he closed his eyes and slowly bent his knees! Suddenly, a pair of strong hands lifted him up.

"Conrad, you were once the Warrior King of Fricana! How can you grovel to scum like this?" Conrad opened his eyes in shock, staring at N disbeliek, Robin in disbelief. "Robin, how did you get here?" "Who the hell are you to interfere in my business?" Matthew shouted, angrily pointing at Robin. Robin smirked, his lips twitching slightly. "I'm your worst nightmare!" He kicked toward Matthew's thigh.

With a sickening crunch, Matthew's anguished scream rang out in front of the Dreamscape Bar.