I Am Unstoppable

Jonathan initially thought his ride on the high-speed rail would be a peaceful one. Much to his surprise, it was not long before a couple stepped into the cabin. One of them was an overweight man, who was also balding as the hair on his head thinned. On the other hand, the woman looked elegant and charming, and it was easy to tell she was a mistress of sorts at first glance.

Gerald strode along with his big belly and was taken aback when he saw Jonathan after stepping into the train. He probably did not expect that there would be anyone around.

Gerald cursed incessantly at his own bad luck, whereas his mistress felt reluctant and quickly climbed onto the upper bunk bed.

He then looked toward Jonathan and suddenly sat on his bed.

Jonathan could feel his bed sink as soon as the man sat on it.

“Hello, good sir!” Gerald exclaimed with heartfelt sincerity.

Jonathan was a smart man. There was no way he had no insight into Gerald's inclination.

I'm guessing this guy is having an affair while on a business trip. Or perhaps he's also taking a ride on the high-speed rail? Either way, this is such an inconvenience!

Jonathan soon sat up and greeted him with a smile, “Hello.”

Gerald rubbed his hands together and said, “Could I ask a favor from you, kind sir? Why don't you step outside for two hours? You can go for a walk or have a meal, whatever. Here, take this money!” He then handed two thousand over to Jonathan as he spoke.

Who does he think I am? Does he think I'm short on money or something?

Jonathan immediately felt insulted. He remarked, “What is the meaning of this? Why would I have a meal now if I'm not hungry? Besides, I'm not even short on money! Do I look like that to you?”

“Why you-” Gerald never expected that Jonathan would be such a difficult person to reason with despite him being all smiles.

Then, Jonathan immediately reassured, “Relax. My hearing isn't that sharp. I'll go to sleep, so you two do whatever you want. I won't bother you guys anyway. What a joke!”

Gerald was left without a choice and could only sigh. He then turned around and climbed up to his mistress on the top bunk.

The mistress suddenly struggled in response. She grumbled, “What's the matter with you?”

Her voice sounded soft when she spoke.

However, Jonathan could hear everything clearly as his hearing was very sharp.

Gerald immediately whispered back, “That guy refuses to leave. What am I supposed to do?”

“Hmph! Then don't even think about touching me.”

Gerald felt slightly anxious and began to coax the woman. “Don't be like that, Sonya. I'll buy you the ring you like after we get back.”

“You promise? I want that two-karat one,” Sonya said.

“Deal!” Gerald was genuinely feeling anxious. But, he would agree to anything as long he could fulfill his desires right then and there.

Men differed not from beasts when they gave in to their lustful desires.

Simultaneously, Gerald and Sonya started to get intimate on the bed.

Jonathan could hear the sounds of the two people kissing and immediately felt excited upon imagining the scene that unfolded.

Jonathan did not leave on purpose because he was keenly interested in such things. Only a fool would pass up on something like this. This is happening live right now and is worth sticking around for.

In the meantime, Gerald and Sonya's “session” on the bed had become wilder.

After a while, Jonathan soon heard the sounds of Sonya's faint breathing.

He was secretly gratified by such things.

However, the sound of footsteps could immediately be heard coming from the outside. Those footsteps sounded as if someone was in a hurry.

Gerald and Sonya frantically recomposed themselves when they heard someone push the door open.

Soon, a charming young woman in her thirties stepped inside as the door opened.

This young woman was dressed in a tight-fitting black leather jacket, which fully showed off her exquisite and curvy figure.

Naturally, the curves were all in the right places on her body.

The young woman looked dazzling, and more importantly, she gave off a disposition of a mature woman. Moreover, she looked like a classy woman, seemingly akin to ladies of nobility.

The young woman pulled along a small suitcase, and after entering the cabin, she soon glanced at Gerald and Sonya on the upper bunk.

Since the bed was narrow, it only made sense for Sonya to be on top of Gerald.

No place was too small for a man and woman if they ever wanted some time together.

The young woman glanced briefly at the situation of the top bunk and immediately understood what was happening. But then, she soon took a closer look at Jonathan with a fearful expression.

Suddenly, the young woman closed the door quickly and made her way to Jonathan's bed.

“D*mn it!” Jonathan muttered subtly as he expressed his grievances on the situation.

“Please, help me!” the young woman softly pleaded. She then pulled the blanket away and concealed herself and Jonathan with it.

She smells nice!

Amidst the pleasant aroma, Jonathan could feel the young woman's warm and curvaceous body clinging to him.

The young woman embraced Jonathan as her body trembled slightly.

Immediately, Jonathan felt he could bear it no longer.

His lower abdomen soon began to heat up.

The young woman immediately blushed as she had seen the world and knew what was happening.

Jonathan looked at the young woman. Soon, the two locked eyes with one another. Then, Jonathan smiled wryly and whispered, “This is a normal physical reaction. I'm a man, so you can't blame me for this.”

The young woman said nothing and tucked her head into the blanket soon after.

Her whole body was currently pressed against Jonathan's.

At that moment, the sounds of footsteps could soon be heard coming from the door again.

The footsteps threaded with unmatched grace as they finally stopped at the door entrance.

Jonathan's ears perked up. He could immediately tell that the person outside the door was possibly an assassin.

Only assassins have such graceful footsteps that are undetectable, whereas the footsteps of masters are unsophisticated and have a more solid feel.

Moreover, Jonathan had also keenly sensed a hint of killing intent while the assassin stood outside the door.

At that moment, Jonathan could feel the young woman's body as her trembling intensified.

The assassin had also simultaneously pushed open the door directly that time.

Gerald and Sonya also felt something was amiss, and the two were scared senseless. They both then poked their heads out simultaneously to look at the assassin.

The assassin was a man dressed in a black trench coat with a fedora on his head. He looked to be in his thirties, with an indifferent gaze that brought about chilliness.

At the same time, the assassin also clearly saw both Gerald and Sonya. These two people were obviously not his targets, so he shifted his sights to Jonathan.

Jonathan suddenly poked his head out and scolded the assassin, “D*mn you! What are you looking at? Don't tell me you're here to watch me get intimate with the wife?”

The assassin was initially puzzled, but his doubts soon cleared after being told off by Jonathan.

He then mockingly stared at Jonathan and said nothing before turning around to leave.

“You b*stard!” Jonathan immediately felt indignant as he shouted, “I said stay where you are! What's with that look? Are you looking down on me?”

The young woman saw Jonathan had unrelentingly scolded the assassin as he was about to leave. She could not help but feel utterly frightened as she dug her fingernails into Jonathan's flesh.

The assassin then took a proper look at Jonathan. A chilling murderous intent emanated from that gaze of his.

“What the hell are you looking at?” Jonathan sounded uncaring as he spoke. “What? Are you looking for a fight? I'm warning you. My dad's a chief at the police station. Hit me. I dare you! What a bloody ass.”

After all, Jonathan considered himself to be somewhat all-powerful.

The assassin was at a loss for words. Where did this little brat come from? I would've already dealt with him if I wasn't on a mission. But alas, I can't do that right now. Things would get troublesome if I did kill or teach him a lesson. Also, it wouldn't be easy for me to escape on this train, and it'll be harder to hunt that woman down once I flee.

“I'll remember you.” The assassin glared coldly at Jonathan before turning around to leave.

He also closed the door when he left.