Kirk's hind leg suddenly rolled around Ada's delicate hand. Using Old Tree Entangles Roots, a move commonly used in the American Fighting League, he swept Ada into the air and kicked her pistol away in one swift motion.
Ada was no ordinary woman, either. Seeing her pistol go wide and get kicked away, she performed an impossibly graceful 180-degree split in midair. Her long, sexy, snow-white leg shot straight out from the hem of her qipao as she reached for her gun.
She had regained her grip on the pistol. This time, she wouldn't miss.
But Kirk reacted even faster. His dagger slipped out like a viper, and with a twist of his wrist, he pressed it against Ada's snow-white neck!
A flicker of surprise crossed Ada's catlike eyes.
She had already rated this shameless cockroach's combat ability highly, but she hadn't expected his true close-combat skills to be even better than she'd imagined. In a single exchange, she had not only failed to assassinate Kirk, but had been captured by him!
"Here's a tip: next time you try close combat, use a dagger. It's faster than a gun."
Kirk lifted Ada's pointed chin and admired her face.
Skin as smooth as jade, as soft as silk; a perfect face, mysterious watery eyes, an elegant center part, a tall, slender figure, curves in all the right places, and sexy legs in a prim qipao.
This was Ada Wong, a bewitching, irresistible spy.
"Why are you trying to kill me?" Kirk's voice was icy. "Don't tell me this is some kind of game or test. I could feel the murderous intent when you struck. You were trying to kill me."
"I really was trying to kill you." Ada's voice was irresistibly sultry. "Because you've become a nuisance to me."
"A nuisance?"