The Understated Dragon Lord
Chapter 456 Making Mischief

Chapter 456 Making Mischief

Before Daniel could even finish his sentence, he felt a pinch on his backside. Beauty had sidled upnext to him, her face stern as she stared him down and demanded, "Country boy, what exactly areyou looking to 'experience'?"

"Uh... nothing! I don't want to experience anything! I was just saying those Japanese ladies mightwant to... you know, have an experience."

"You dare to spout more nonsense!"

Another fierce pinch from Beauty sent Daniel howling in pain.

"Country boy, if you ever dare to follow through with that, I'll make sure you regret it!"

"How would you do that?"

Beauty shaped her two fingers into scissors and made a snipping gesture through the air,graphically communicating to Daniel her intentions.

At the sideline, Kojima's nose flared as he grew increasingly angry. That country boy wasinsufferable, he thought, swaggering even after swelling up his hand, and now flirting outrageouslywith a beautiful woman? It was as if Kojima didn't even exist in his world.

Unable to best him with his fists, Kojima stealthily drew the Desert Eagle holstered at his waistwithout a single sound. With a swift motion, he aimed the barrel directly at Daniel's head. Feeling incontrol with the gun in hand, Kojima commanded from a position of power, "Country boy, get onyour knees right now!"

"Wow! So, Mr. Animal, you think just because you've got a gun, you can take me down? Let meremind you, any man in the USA is tough stuff—you Japanese folks can't just mess with us.

You're way out of your depth here! Even if you had a cannon instead of a handgun, you couldn'tbeat us bare-handed Americans! We're not afraid of a tiny handgun; heck, even atomic bombswould be snuffed out by us!"

Daniel’s claims were far from bluster. If he managed to fully harness the power of the sevendragons within him, even an atomic bomb would fizzle out around him.

"Country boy, I'm giving you a three-count. If you don't kneel, I'll make you," Kojima declared beforestarting his countdown.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

As Kojima reached "one," he swiftly shifted the aim of the Desert Eagle from Daniel's head down tohis knee and pulled the trigger.

At that very instant, Daniel's figure blurred, moving with lightning speed to close the gap betweenhim and Kojima. Just as Kojima was about to pull the trigger, Daniel seized the barrel and twisted itwith force, bending the highly durable steel into a twisted pretzel.

Kojima, caught off guard, still fired the trigger.

"Bang!"

But this wasn't the sound of a gunshot; it was the sound of the bullet exploding in the barrel.

Accompanied by that earth-shattering boom, a fireball with a diameter of two to three meterserupted. And when the flames subsided, Kojima’s left hand was scorched to a crisp.

"Ah! Aaaah!"

The familiar scream echoed. Kojima, clutching his blasted hand, rolled on the ground in agony.

Daniel, much like before with his hands in his pockets, stood by Kojima, chuckling and taunting asthe man writhed in pain.