Chapter 450 Assassin


    Being called coward by a young woman was not something Daniel would admit to, and he


    immediately retorted, "Who says I''m scared? Isn''t his grandfather turning ny next month? I’ll just


    go to the Evans'' birthday celebration and make Smart kneel and call me grandpa in front of


    everyone at The Evans. That will have much more impact!"


    Madison, only half-believing him, responded dryly, "Braggart!"


    "Braggart? How could such a humble man like me brag?"


    Madison let out a coldugh, "Stop it, you''re definitely not humble!"


    "How do you know that?"


    "I just do."


    "Then why don''t you run away when you see me?"


    "You... I... I''ll beat you, you''re such an indecent man!"


    Madison yfully punched Daniel as if her small fists were raindrops showering upon him.


    In another scene, as soon as Smart left Fortune Antique, he received a phone call.


    "Smart, Kojima, the world''s ninth-ranked assassin and Japan''s number one, is now in New York


    waiting for your orders."


    "Good! Tell him to take out that country boy immediately! And, that country boy has a Piet Mondrian


    painting with him; make sure Kojima retrieves it for me."


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    "Yes, Smart!"


    ...


    The Mercedes AMG was moving leisurely down the road when suddenly a Harley Davidson


    motorcycle appeared behind it, roaring loudly. Daniel, driving, took one nce in the rearview mirror


    and realized something was off about the motorcycle.


    The rider on the Harley seemed to be tailing him. Could it be that person was after him?


    Although the rider was wearing a helmet, Daniel had the amazing ability to see through things. His


    eyes could prate the helmet and get a good look at the person''s face.


    Well, well, a Japanese individual!


    He hadn''t offended any Japanese people recently, so why would one be following him?


    Daniel focused on the rearview mirror again and noticed the killer aura emanating from the


    Japanese man. So, it appeared they sent an actual skilled assassin after him.


    But no matter how formidable the assassin was, in Daniel''s eyes, they would end up as easy prey.


    Who would send an assassin after him? Daniel didn''t have to ponder for long before he thought of


    someone.


    That retard! It had to be Smart who sent him.


    After all, the Japanese killer exuded an air that only someone with deep pockets could afford to hire.


    This killer was part of the global elite of assassins,manding fees in the tens of millions of


    dors.


    With an assassin on his tail, Daniel couldn''t lead him back to the Matthews mansion. So, he steered


    the Mercedes AMG onto a dimly lit side road.


    Madison instantly sensed something amiss and questioned, "Country boy, what are you doing? Why


    have you driven us down this dark alley? What are you nning?"


    "What could I do to you, Madison? Even if anything happens, it''ll be because you did something to


    me."


    Daniel threw another indelicatement her way and then pointed to the rearview mirror.


    "Madison, take a good look."


    Focusing intently, Madison noticed the Harley motorcycle trailing them. Curious, she asked, "Is the


    person on that bike here to cause you trouble?"