The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 231 I Will Kill You

"Jessica, how can you be so sure Country Boy is alright? That Takashi Sato, that darned Japanese, isn't easy to handle. He's got many tricks up his sleeve, like throwing smoke bombs!"

"However he tries, that Japanese can't beat Daniel," Jessica replied confidently.

She had a woman's intuition about Daniel, which assured her that he was fine. The anguished cry that had come from the smoke was definitely not his—after all, she had fought with him before and knew what he sounded like. Daniel's screams were unmistakable.

Just then, the black smoke cleared.

On the ground was a bloodstain and a Japanese man holding his severed arm and wailing. Daniel was still standing, holding his willow branch with a grin, facing Takashi Sato.

"You Japanese are ruthless, aren't you? So harsh to your own people? You chopped off your man’s arm with one swing."

Quick as a flash, Daniel closed the distance and used his willow branch to target Takashi Sato's face. Takashi, still stunned by the turn of events, woke up to this new attack and felt immense humiliation. An American country boy had hit him in the face with a willow branch, and it was all being broadcast live for the world to see.

"You stupid American, how dare you strike my face? How dare you hit my face with a willow branch?"

Slap! Slap slap!

Daniel didn’t bother with a verbal reply; he let his actions speak as he gave Takashi Sato his answer.

"You American pig, how dare you? You dare hit me in the face again?"

was truly furious, his anger rising like

Whoosh!

aimed another swing at Daniel's thigh. He still didn't want to kill Daniel outright; he planned to repay the humiliation he had received many times

never reached Daniel's leg. Daniel kicked out, striking Takashi in the stomach and sending him flying once

"Thump!"

dull impact, Takashi hit another section of the wall. As the wall crumbled, bricks rained down upon him, burying him for the second time—though this time only halfway. Like a dog digging desperately, he

American, I will

to death in a

like a dog, but unfortunately for him, not one strike landed on Daniel. Daniel's

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Sato, that darned Japanese, isn't easy to handle. He's got many

can't

woman's intuition about Daniel, which assured her that he was fine. The anguished cry that had come from the smoke was definitely not his—after all, she had fought with him before and knew what he sounded like. Daniel's

then, the black

and a Japanese man holding his severed arm and wailing. Daniel was still standing,

your own people? You chopped off your man’s arm

Takashi Sato's face. Takashi, still stunned by the turn of events, woke up to this new attack and felt immense humiliation. An American country boy had hit him in the face with a willow branch, and it

American, how dare you strike my face? How dare you hit

Slap! Slap slap!