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?"

Sato was truly furious, his anger rising

Whoosh!

thigh. He still didn't want to kill Daniel outright; he planned to

for Takashi, the blade never reached Daniel's leg. Daniel kicked out, striking Takashi in the

"Thump!"

wall. As the wall crumbled, bricks rained down upon him, burying him for the second time—though this time only halfway. Like

American, I will

back, intent on chopping Daniel to death in a blind rage. He had forgotten all forms of

hacking at nothing, panting like a dog, but unfortunately for him, not one strike landed on

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Boy is alright? That Takashi Sato, that darned Japanese, isn't easy to handle. He's got many tricks

Japanese can't

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

then, the black

and wailing. Daniel was still standing, holding his willow branch with a grin, facing Takashi

aren't you? So harsh to your own people? You chopped off your man’s arm with

new attack and felt immense humiliation. An

strike my face? How dare you hit my face with

Slap! Slap slap!