The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 56 Can’t Take a Hit

The mob crowding around Daniel, eager to fight, was armed to the teeth. Some had daggers, some had long knives, and others had stun batons… you name it, they were carrying it. Each wielded a weapon tailored to their combat style, all designed to maximize the lethality of their attacks.

The disciples of the Black Panther Club were primarily tasked with protecting their nightclubs; hence, Justin trained them in real–world combat techniques, devoid of any flair for showmanship. Their strikes were deadly, intended to finish fights with fatality, and they were well–practiced in delivering killer blows.

Whoosh! A blade flashed.

A towering figure lunged at Daniel from behind, a large knife cascading down at a 45–degree angle aimed at decapitating him with one clean swipe at the neck. Daniel raised his left arm to block–the sharp knife

struck his arm with a heavy thud.

intended–to sever his arm shattered into two pieces- the broken half fell clattering to the ground while the perpetrator stood dumbfounded. Was this guy’s arm even

kick to the belly, sending

moved with a flurry of punches and kicks, felling dozens in under three minutes. None

least one twisted arm. That was Daniel’s lesson for

keep an entire club in check, and collectively they could take on dozens of brawlers. Yet, this newcomer, this

you say

what do

should know about our conversation. You’ve got three days

Club still hasn’t vacated Windows Street by then, things

ain’t here, doesn’t mean

an inch! Before today, TMO just needed to give us another billion to move out,