The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 262

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."

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.

"Come on, 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 take me down on this street!

"He accused me of 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 ... "