The Understated Dragon Lord
Chapter 175

Chapter 175 I Don't Want to Die

"Were you just jealous?" Daniel teased.

"Jealous of your ass!" Jessica retorted with a roll of her eyes. Suddenly remembering something, she quickly scolded, "Stop calling me 'darling!' If you don't cut it out, I'll sew your mouth shut."

"Do it! Do it now!" Daniel dared, puckering up closer to her.

"Get lost!" Jessica reached out to slap him away, but instead, Daniel captured her lips with his own.

Jessica was stunned. This was her first kiss, and Daniel had casually claimed it, yet strangely, she wasn't angry at all.

Flush with the success of his ambush, Daniel quickly retreated several steps to maintain distance from Jessica, mostly because he feared she might hit him for being so bold.

He ran that far after a kiss? Jessica was starting to feel like Daniel had been disrespecting her lately.

Hands on her hips, she ordered sternly, "You, come here."

"You're not allowed to pull my ears."

Daniel was not afraid of being hit; it was getting his sensitive ears pulled that he truly feared.

"How dare you negotiate with me? Get over here, now!" Jessica's ferocity left no room for disobedience.

Risking ear-torture, Daniel tiptoed cautiously closer to her.

Jessica reached out and snatched his ear, demanding, "What did you just do?"

"L... I was expressing my love for darling you."

"Nice try! Next time you take liberties without permission, I swear I'll twist your ears off!"

Jessica wasn't mad that Daniel had kissed her; she was mad because he had pulled away so quickly afterward. It was her first kiss - too rushed, too brief, and utterly unsatisfying.

Here to murder, but this couple was flirting right in front of him? Ryan felt insulted-deeply insulted.

Recalling Daniel's words, Ryan pointed the shining blade of his curved knife at Daniel's nose, bellowing," Did you just say I'm worse than a dog?"

"Uh..."

Daniel scratched his head, pondering.

"I don't remember. But if you think I said it, then I guess I must have!"

Ryan, done with idle talk, got straight to the point, "Are you Daniel?" "Yes!"

"Good! You're the one I've come to kill tonight!"

Swinging his knife, Ryan queried, "Do you want a quick death, or should I slice the flesh from your body piece by piece?"

His knife was thin as a cicada's wing, yet exceedingly sharp. Ryan had used it to kill hundreds. His profession: a hitman. With money on the line, he could take out anyone. In over twenty years, Ryan had never failed a mission.

"I don't want a quick death, nor do I want you to slice me piece by piece, because I don't want to die."

"You don't want to die? Everyone who meets me faces the same wish. Sadly, they all die in the end; no one escapes."