Chapter 455 The Number One Assassin


    "What are youughing at?" Kojima asked.


    "Oh, isn''t Dumbbell a character, sending an animal to take me down? Do I look like easy prey that


    one little animal can get the better of me?" Daniel''s reply instantly darkened Kojima''s face,


    understanding full well that ''animal'' was not meant as apliment.


    Infuriated, Kojima retorted, "Country boy, I am no animal! My name is Kojima! Japan''s number one


    assassin, Kojima!"


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    "Oh, so Japan''s top assassin is an animal, huh? Does that mean there are no humans there, just


    beasts? Hahaha..." Daniel''s mockery sent Kojima into a rage.


    "How dare you insult Japan like that? Watch as I punch your mouth to a pulp!"


    Kojima, fist raised, lunged straight at Daniel. He even gave a warning, "If you''re brave enough, don''t


    dodge! I''ll ensure this fist turns your mouth into mush and your face into a pig''s head!"


    "Alright, I won''t dodge!" Daniel epted the challenge openly.


    Whoosh!


    As Kojima''s iron fist cut through the air towards Daniel, he merely smiled slightly and swung his own


    fist to meet Kojima''s.


    Seeing Daniel neither flee nor dodge, but instead, ready to block his fist with his own, Kojima was


    secretly delighted. His fist was as hard as a diamond—capable of denting a ten-centimeter-thick


    steel te.


    He was sure that his punch would crush Daniel''s fist into a pulp.


    In the blink of an eye, their fists collided.


    Thud!


    The calm night was pierced by a heavy thump. As Japan''s number one assassin, Kojima had honed


    a formidable power. Daniel, however, housed seven dragons in his body. So when their fists met,


    not only did it create a muffled boom, but also a blinding white light, like a meteor colliding with


    Earth.


    Beauty, standing not far away, was temporarily blinded by the dazzling light that turned night into


    day. Then, a gut-wrenching scream filled the air.


    "Ah! Aaah!"


    The voice was concerning, and at the first "Ah!" Beauty was worried it might be Daniel. But upon


    hearing the second "Ah!" her fears dissipated; she was one hundred percent certain it was not


    Daniel, but the Japanese man screaming.


    She knew Daniel''s cry would carry a distinct vor, a quality that, once heard, made her want to


    hear it again.


    As the white light faded, Kojima''s fist was visibly swollen, puffed up like a loaf of bread. Daniel stood


    with his hands in his pockets, smirking joyfully.


    "Hey, animal, how’s that hoof of yours feeling? It seems your punch just now didn''t quite work in


    your favor. How about we go another round? After all, you''ve only used your right hand. Your left


    one''s still fresh!"


    "Country boy, howe your fist is so hard?" Kojima asked, puzzled.


    "Not just my fists—other parts are pretty hard too! How about I send a bunch of Japanese beauties


    over someday to experience it for themselves?" Daniel''s brazen taunt added insult to Kojima''s


    injury.