Chapter 455 The Number One Assassin

"What are you laughing 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 a compliment.

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

assassin, Kojima!"

"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 accepted 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 plate.

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 flavor, 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, how come 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.