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 to kneel and apologize? I've been The Dylan in River County for decades; I've never been insulted

he stepped back, widening the distance between them. Even if Daniel acted quickly, he couldn’t outspeed the bullet

I'll shoot you on

position where a single stamp could shake River County with his fists—it was

by his bullet. All his past adversaries

even poking fun with a laugh. "Wow, The Dylan lives up to his reputation! I thought you just had a gang of thugs

gun, over a hundred," Dylan boasted. "If you don't do as I say, you're

288 Take

ground, his cheek burning from the slap,

with a verbal response; instead, he answered with another sharp slap

and rage, scarcely believing what was happening as he glared at

hand met Dylan's face once

flooded Dylan after the third slap. "FUCK!" He cursed loudly, then shouted commands to

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

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

a negotiation; it was an