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

to the belly, sending the would–be

moved with a flurry of punches and kicks, felling dozens in

among them had at least one twisted arm. That was Daniel’s lesson

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

Albert. “Did you

do you

know about our conversation. You’ve got three days to move

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

ain’t here, doesn’t mean you can come here bullshiting!

won’t move an inch! Before today, TMO just needed to give us another billion to move