The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 315 A Bunch of No-Goods

"Splash!"

There was a splash as the thug tumbled into the septic tank, feces flying everywhere. The brick he was holding flew from his grasp during his flight, striking Strong Liu on the foot.

"Ahh! Ahhhh!" Strong howled in pain, hopping on one foot.

"Damn it! You dared to hit me with a brick? Everyone, pile on and finish this country bumpkin off for me!"

At Strong's command, the gang rushed in en masse. This time, they were armed with more than just bricks; they came wielding steel pipes, switchblades, and even a half-meter-long machete.

As the thugs closed in with their weapons, Jennifer hastily distanced herself. "Don't mess around! Be clear about this! The thug who got knocked into the septic tank, it was this country guy that did it, not me! Focus on him!"

While talking, Jennifer retreated to her car, yanked the door open, and dove into the driver's seat. She was about to start the Porsche and make her getaway when another vehicle sped up, blocking her path in front.

The road was closed off; with railings behind and a van in front, Jennifer was trapped.

For Daniel, facing the thugs now crowding him with their weapons drawn, he didn’t even bother to use his hands – he needed only his feet. In less than a minute, he had kicked each one of the gang members into the septic tank.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

The sound was oddly satisfying. Each splash was met with a surge of sewage. Now all the thugs had been punted into the fecal waters.

the van, seeing his brothers-in-arms dunked into the cesspool, grabbed a gun from the vehicle and aimed it at Daniel's

tank, so you better get down on your

was pointed at his head, Daniel didn’t show a hint of fear. After all, not even a sniper

there,"

I won't shoot?" the thug threatened, but he dared not shoot Daniel.

"Bang!"

a bullet flying out, the gun's barrel twisted into a corkscrew shape as Daniel grabbed and twisted it at the exact moment the trigger was pulled. The

was blown

the thug, clutching his maimed

315 A Bunch of

"Splash!"

a splash as the thug tumbled into the septic tank, feces flying everywhere. The brick he was holding flew from his grasp during his

in pain, hopping on one

me with a brick? Everyone,

command, the gang rushed in en masse. This time, they were armed with more than

clear about this! The thug who got knocked into the septic tank, it was this country guy that did it, not me!

driver's seat. She was about to start the Porsche and make her

behind and a

use his hands – he needed only his feet. In less than a minute, he had kicked each one

Splash! Splash! Splash!