NovelEnglishChapter 122: Domenic stared out the window, his gaze fixed on Marissa as he shook his head in disbelief. "Impossible! Marissa is Dr. Riss, right? She's so skilled in medicine. How could she also find the tto master martial arts?" Marc watched Marissa with a reflective expression. "Ordinarily, it would be impossible. But consider this-our chief instructor is a prodigy. In mere months, she excelled in martial arts and even surpassed her master. Anything's possible for her, right?" Terry joined in, his voice thoughtful. "That village girl handles a motorcycle as if it's a rocket. She's bold enough to have lunch with Derek in the air and powerful enough to defeat the Clifford family's guards this evening. She's as daring as our chief instructor." Domenic's expression turned to one of panic. "If Marissa were your chief instructor... My goodness! I can hardly fathom it." Connor had been quietly listening to their exchange, lost in his thoughts about whether Marissa really was the chief instructor at Doomsday Base. As Marissa approached, Domenic, Marc, and Terry stepped out of the car to welcher Stay connected galnovsConnor followed suit. Noticing their odd expressions and curious glances, Marissa arched an eyebrow, silently wondering what they might have discussed behind her back Suddenly, Connor grasped her hand and inquired, “That's fast. Why didn't you spend more twith your mom?" Marissa, concerned for Connor's safety, responded, "Given that Amiri wants to kill you, he wouldn't have just posted a job on the Dark Net. It's likely he sent additional assassins." Marissa was skeptical about Marc's and Terry's abilities to defend against a formidable adversary like Lone Wolf and ensure Connor's safety. Though she couldn't reveal her alias as Black Snake, she felt compelled to alert Connor. She went straight to the point. "I discovered that Amiri issued a task to kill you on the Dark Net. Black Snake has accepted the task. You need to be vigilant." "How did you cby such information?" Connor asked, puzzled "Why not? Does it seem odd?" Marissa countered confidently. "I am Riss, an internationally acclaimed doctor. I've healed prominent businessmen like yourself and numerous figures from the criminal underworld. I've seen more than you presume." Connor smiled. "Are you concerned about me?" Marissa scoffed dismissively. "I'm just concerned about my sleep aid." Connor surveyed her from head to toe and said slowly, “I'm considering hiring the chief instructor of Doomsday Base for my protection. What's your take on that?" Caught off guard, Marissa instinctively glanced at Marc and Terry, realizing that these two men had finally used their brains Still, she was not ready to reveal that she was the chief instructor of Doomsday Base. Annoyed by Connor holding her hand, Marissa briskly shook it off. Instantly, a branch from a nearby tree scratched her arm. Connor quickly grabbed her hand back, his concern evident. "Does it hurt?"
"Of course it hurts! How could it not?" Marissa retorted, her irritation feigned. "Why are you holding my hand? Are you trying to take advantage of me? If you weren't, I wouldn't have pulled away and gotten scratched. This is all your fault. Ouch! It really stings. Aww... Argh!"
Her theatrically pained tone left the men bewildered. Connor swiftly guided her to the car, retrieved the first-aid kit, and began tending to her wound. He chuckled. "You're quite fierce when striking others. Why do you act like a delicate princess over a scratch?" "How can you compare the two?" Marissa snapped back. "Others feel pain when I hit them. I feel pain when I'm injured. I hate pain the most. Ouch! Be gentle! Are you trying to kill me?"
As Connor continued tending to her wound, his hands shaking from her shouts, Marissa, amused spid cas la inwardly, The chief instructor of Doomsday Base won't agree to protect you. You might as well give up."
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