The Understated Dragon Lord
Chapter 287 No Relation to Our Family

Chapter 287 No Relation to Our Family

Dylan didn’t take the cigar Mason offered him; instead, he delivered a loud slap across Mason'sface. "Slap!" Stunned by the impact, Mason listened as Dylan spoke coldly, "Apologize? You callthis an apology? If you want to apologize, you need to kneel!"

Without hesitation, at the drop of Dylan's words, Mason dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry, TheDylan!"

This was Mason's way of dealing with problems. Lacking Dylan's strength, he had to grovel like adog, letting Dylan vent until he was appeased—a skill that had gotten Mason to where he wastoday. Mason could be haughty before those weaker than him, but a groveling dog before thepowerful.

Another slap from Dylan sent Mason tumbling to the ground. "What good does your kneeling do? Ifyou're going to apologize, you need to show some real sincerity! Whoever led the ruckus at mymine should be the one kneeling and apologizing!"

Dylan's gaze turned icily to Oliver. "You old fool, thought you were so tough? Let's see if your bonesare still as hard today."

"You expect me to kneel and apologize? The enemy shot and crippled my legs on the battlefield,and I never knelt. You think I'd kneel to a bastard like you?" Oliver's rage flared. He was a retiredveteran who had served in Vietnam. He maintained good health when he returned and chose not totake any government support, instead living as a farmer in his hometown.

But Oliver never expected to face someone like Dylan in his twilight years—the tyrant who almostsingle-handedly turned Greenfield into his kingdom. Dylan had opened a coal mine upstream,dumping waste into the river and leaving slag in the village. In less than five years, he turned thebeautiful Greenfield into a barren wasteland where not even weeds could survive. The recent surge

in cancer deaths in Greenfield was, Oliver believed, due to the pollution from Dylan's miningactivities.

"You dare call me a bastard? I'll smash your damn mouth!" Dylan swung his hand toward Oliver'sface.

But Oliver was a seasoned soldier and a hero who defended his country—Daniel couldn’t let him behumiliated by a thug like Dylan. So, Daniel intervened, swiftly grabbing Dylan's wrist and freezingthe slap mid-air.

Acting on the principle of an eye for an eye, Daniel smacked Dylan across the face. Caught off-guard, Dylan's fleshy cheek absorbed the blow.

"Slap!" The satisfying sound accompanied Dylan as he fell to the ground, his cheek swollen, thecorner of his mouth bleeding.

Everyone was dumbfounded. This country boy had the nerve to slap The Dylan—sending the mansprawling?

Emily quickly stepped forward, eager to disassociate with Daniel. "The Dylan, this country kid hasnothing to do with our family. His slap has nothing to do with us—it's between you two!"