My Fiancée Hired a Hitman to Kill Me, So I Calmly Took the Job

I'm an assassin. I retired years ago.

But I need to buy a wedding ring for my fiancée, so I decided to come out of retirement for one more job.

That very night, I received a hit request from a client whose name started with the letter J.

But the moment I opened the file, cold sweat instantly soaked my back.

The man in the photo was unmistakably me!

I froze in front of the screen, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Aren't you supposed to be a top-tier assassin? Why are you taking so long to decide whether to kill one man?"

My trembling hands lit a cigarette. The nicotine helped me calm down a little.

After a long while, I stared at the photo on my computer screen and tapped out a message.

"Ms. J, how would you like him to die?"