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.

The Dylan

ensure his safety, he stepped back, widening the

I'll

single stamp could shake River County with his fists—it was the

in River County who dared mess with Dylan would meet their end by his bullet. All his past adversaries who'd offended him were taken out, leaving

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

gun, over a hundred," Dylan

288 Take

the slap, and glared

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

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

Dylan's face once more without any

cursed loudly, then shouted commands to

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

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

it was an order from Daniel