The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 494 Thunder and Lightning

Avery, a clever woman, was playing a balancing act. She desperately wanted to save her father but also didn't want Pork to suffer too much. Therefore, she made a decision—if Daniel teased Pork even a bit, she would whack him with the hanger. Having been a mother for over twenty years and unable to bring herself to strike her daughter, Avery found gratification in smacking this willing scapegoat. There was something satisfying about disciplining her "son," especially someone as resilient and thick-skinned as Daniel.

At the window, Pork had begrudgingly laid down. His reluctant posture was significantly different from the turtle Daniel had drawn. Daniel approached with the hanger and swung it with a flick of his wrist.

"Whack!"

The hanger landed heavily on Pork's backside.

"Ah!" Pork screamed, then turned and shouted at Daniel, "You damn country boy, you’ve got some nerve hitting me!"

"My mom's always been bold. If she’s not afraid to hit me, why would she hesitate to hit you? Now, lay down right, stick your butt up higher—just like the turtle I drew."

"Why should I?"

"Do you want to save your grandpa or not?"

"Country boy, make no mistake. If you don't save my grandpa, you’ll see what I do to you. But even if you do save him, I'll still settle the score. I'll make sure mom uses that hanger on you, blooming your backside and beating the crap out of you!"

As Pork spat out threats, he complied with Daniel's instructions. Daniel picked up a brush, muttered under his breath, and began drawing on Pork’s face.

"What are you doing?" Pork asked.

"I've got to make you look the part. Your face may not be much to look at, but I still need to turn it into a turtle's snout. Only then can we potentially make this work."

his swagger so flamboyant it would make any woman jealous. Jessica couldn't help laughing, even as she mentally accused the idiot of

around, Daniel suddenly

clear blue sky, a strong wind began

"Clouds gather!"

Daniel, and the once-blue sky was rapidly covered with dark clouds. In an instant, day turned to night, pitch black

"Lightning flash!"

lightning streaked down from the sky, ripping through

"Thunder roar!"

this last command, thunder boomed, reverberating across the sky, deafening everyone present. Even Pork, cowering on

The Seven Dragon Needles

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with the hanger. Having been a mother for over twenty years and unable to bring herself to strike her daughter, Avery found gratification in smacking this willing scapegoat. There was something satisfying about disciplining her "son," especially someone as resilient and thick-skinned as

had begrudgingly laid down. His reluctant posture was significantly different from the turtle Daniel had drawn. Daniel approached with the hanger and swung it with a

"Whack!"

heavily on Pork's backside.

"You damn country boy, you’ve got some nerve hitting

mom's always been bold. If she’s not afraid to hit me, why would she hesitate to hit you? Now, lay down right, stick your butt up higher—just like

"Why should I?"

you want to save your grandpa

see what I do to you. But even if you do save him, I'll still settle the score. I'll make sure mom uses that hanger on you, blooming your backside and beating the crap

complied with Daniel's instructions. Daniel picked up a brush, muttered under his breath, and began drawing

are you doing?" Pork