The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 288 Take Him Down

Dylan scrambled up from the ground, his cheek burning from the slap, and glared at Daniel, bellowing, "You have the guts to slap me?"

"Slap!" Daniel didn't bother with a verbal response; instead, he answered with another sharp slap across Dylan's face.

Dylan was a mix of shock and rage, scarcely believing what was happening as he glared at Daniel and barked, "You dare slap me again?"

"Slap!" Daniel's hand met Dylan's face once more without any explanation.

Rage flooded Dylan after the third slap. "FUCK!" He cursed loudly, then shouted commands to his crew. "Take him down, beat this reckless country boy to a pulp!"

At Dylan's bidding, his pack of roughnecks charged toward Daniel like rabid dogs. These hoodlums, though not professionally trained, were no strangers to brawls on the streets. They were brutal to themselves and their foes alike, and they weren't unarmed. Armed with steel pipes, daggers, and even machetes, they attacked.

Daniel stood emotionless as they lunged toward him. Fists and feet flying, he floored the gang of attackers in under a minute. Walking up to Dylan, he said in no uncertain terms, "Kneel before the old hero, apologize, promise never to cross him again, and shut down your lousy mine!"

It wasn't a negotiation; it was an order from Daniel to Dylan.

me around, you want me to kneel and apologize? I've been The Dylan in River County for decades; I've never been insulted like

at Daniel's chest. To ensure his safety, he stepped back, widening the

or I'll

confident. He didn't rise to a position where a single stamp could shake River County with his fists—it was the gun.

by his bullet. All

lives up to his reputation! I thought you just had a gang of thugs at your command, but who would've thought

a hundred," Dylan boasted. "If

Take

burning from the slap, and glared at Daniel, bellowing, "You

Daniel didn't bother with a verbal response; instead, he answered with another

scarcely believing what was happening as he glared at Daniel and barked, "You dare

Dylan's face

the third slap. "FUCK!" He cursed loudly, then shouted commands

professionally trained, were no strangers to brawls on the streets. They were brutal to themselves and

minute. Walking up to Dylan, he said in no uncertain terms, "Kneel before the old hero, apologize, promise never to cross him again, and shut down your lousy

negotiation; it was an order from