The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 261 Warrior King, Conrad

Robin didn't feel compelled to justify himself to her.

He had a strong dislike for women who acted like they were wiser than everyone else, always trying to enforce their beliefs on those around them.

These women stubbornly viewed their lives as the ideal standard, critiquing others' decisions through their narrow lens of righteousness.

They failed to recognize that without truly experiencing another person's life, how could they comprehend their challenges?

A person who lacked understanding and empathy for the world around them was, in essence, afflicted by a form of ignorance.

If it weren't for Marrisa and Brenda, this flight attendant would have merely been a brief encounter in the crowd.

Although she had some appeal, it was insufficient to capture Robin's interest.

Their meeting was purely coincidental.

He saw no point in wasting his breath defending himself to her.

"Don't you think what you just said sounds a bit shameless?" Alison questioned Robin, unyielding in her pursuit despite his apparent indifference.

"Think whatever you want." Robin shrugged, attempting to bypass her and continue on his way.

As he walked away, Alison's disdain only grew.

Is he too afraid to confront me, trying to escape the awkwardness?

She let out a chilling laugh, feeling even more repulsed by him.

What had started as the potential for a relationship had turned into nothing but disappointment.

"If you were a real man, you'd demonstrate your worth through your own skills!

"Not by begging an older woman for a few paltry dollars.

"No matter how powerful, wealthy, or talented she is, what you're doing is pathetic!

"You had the guts to stand up to four thugs from Demberoa on the plane.

"Why can't you show the same bravery when faced with my questions?

"With your skills, you could achieve what you want on your own.

"Why stoop to such disgraceful behavior?"

Unable to tolerate Robin's dismissive nature any longer, Alison chased after him, allowing her frustration to spill over.

Robin turned to face the furious Alison, shaking his head in resignation.

"Are you done?

"I've already said that if that's how you perceive me, then that's your reality.

"I have no ties to you, so why should I need to explain anything?

"Move aside!"

Alison was caught off guard by Robin's haughty and icy attitude.

What a shameless man!

He's relying on others, yet he still has the audacity to act superior.

Carrying a suitcase, Robin entered a bank in Chinatown.

He deposited 300,000 into Marrisa's account.

After leaving the bank, he headed to the Dreamscape Bar in the southern part of Chinatown.

Having walked a fine line for years, Robin's heart had grown cold and calloused.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Yet, the mere thought of the Dreamscape Bar brought a warmth that softened his hardened demeanor.

As he strolled through Chinatown, illuminated by the golden rays of the setting sun, he was flooded with memories of Anna's innocent smile from seven years prior. That year was full of youthful energy.

Robin hadn't yet been ensnared by the allure of nightlife or worldly pleasures.

A sweet, innocent love had nearly defined his youth.

Those memories were etched deep in his heart, refreshing like a mountain spring-pure and untainted.

No matter how far he wandered, he could never forget.

Dreamscape Bar wasn't among the upscale entertainment spots in Chinatown.

This mid-range establishment didn't feature pricey bottles of Lafite or extravagant décor.

Consequently, the wages for the employees were far from generous.

Yet, it was in this unassuming bar that he encountered the girl who would leave a lasting impression on him.

She wore a flowing floral dress, with her fresh short hair framing her face perfectly.

From afar, one could almost detect the light, refreshing scent of her youthful energy.

At that time, Robin was just 14 years old.

He had recently settled into Marrisa's home and took a job at the bar to contribute to the household expenses.

It was here that he met Anna, a girl of 13.

Robin believed with all his heart that Anna was the most beautiful girl in the universe. That sweet memory ignited a spark within him, one that he found hard to extinguish.

No matter where life took him or the horrors he witnessed, Anna's vibrant, radiant smile remained etched in his heart, evoking the sweetest, most innocent moments of life.

Thanks to these memories, after every violent encounter, his cold heart could still hold on to a flicker of warmth.

As the years rolled on, the image of

that fresh floral dress faded into the

level.

background, yet the lingering feelings of his youth still carried the

essence of that time. Corried the

Seven years have passed, Anna!

Where are you now?

Are you alright?

If not for this trip to Terenova and visiting Marrisa's soup restaurant, Robin might never have mustered the courage to revisit those dusty memories from that year. Wandering through Chinatown, Robin moved forward, spotting the modest Dreamscape Bar in the distance.

In that moment, his heart softened unexpectedly.

After all the bloodshed he had witnessed, he had believed his heart had turned to stone.

Yet, the carefree days of his youth allowed him to feel warmth from that era.

The golden rays of the sunset cast a dim, somber glow over the old streets of Chinatown.

Robin gazed at the flickering neon sign above the bar, its worn letters still glimmering with echoes from seven years ago.

A familiar sensation surged within him.

It had been ages since he had felt his heart stirred in such a manner.

Suddenly, loud laughter shattered the last remnants of tranquility in the evening air.

Irritated, Robin followed the noise to the entrance of the bar.

A group of ruffians surrounded a plain-looking middle-aged man, pushing him around.

"Conrad, didn't you claim you were one of the toughest mercenaries in Fricana back in the day?

"Rumor has it you could take out an entire team all by yourself.

"So how did you end up here, serving drinks in this dump? Hahaha...

"It's only been three years, and look at you-now you're just a pathetic loser, haha..."

As the last rays of the sunset disappeared, Robin frowned slightly.

The glaring neon lights flickered frantically, illuminating the loud group of thugs outside Dreamscape Bar.

Among them was a bald man

covered in tattoos, along with a few

lackeys, shoving the middle-aged man around. Robin squinted, feeling

a sense of familiarity with the man.

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He quickly made his way toward the bar.

As he drew closer, the chaotic lights revealed the man, his head bowed in silence.

His thinning hair and worn face showed the signs of a life that was once vibrant, but his dull, lifeless eyes betrayed no emotion.

Robin halted his tracks.

Conrad Duran!

What is he doing here?

The once-mighty Warrior King has sunk to such depths?!

At 17, Robin had just arrived in Fricana.

Old Fred had given him a mission to rescue someone.

Even though he had honed exceptional combat skills under Old Fred's guidance, this was his first taste of genuine brutality, leaving him shaken.

During that mission, he had encountered a Demberoa man named Conrad, a Warrior King with nearly eight years of mercenary experience! What happened to Conrad?

With his capabilities, how could he allow himself to be humiliated by this band of losers?