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.

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

aimed it at Daniel's chest. To ensure his safety, he stepped back, widening the distance between them. Even if Daniel acted quickly, he couldn’t outspeed the

I'll shoot you on

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

meet their end by his bullet. All his past adversaries who'd offended him were taken out, leaving him

"Wow, The Dylan lives up to his reputation! I thought you just had a gang of thugs at your command, but who would've thought you'd actually carry a gun? That old pistol and the way you hold it looks pretty

lives with this gun, over a hundred," Dylan

Take

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

response; instead, he answered

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

Dylan's face once more

the third slap. "FUCK!" He cursed loudly, then shouted commands to his crew. "Take him down, beat

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

a minute. Walking up to Dylan, he said in no uncertain terms, "Kneel before the old hero, apologize,

it was an order from Daniel to