The Understated Dragon Lord
Chapter 599 Together

Chapter 599 Together



As soon as Daniel finished speaking, Head laughed as if he'd heard some fairy tale.

"You've got to be kidding me..." he guffawed loudly.

Once his laughter died down, he looked at Daniel with disdain and asked, "What's that supposed to mean, farm boy? Are you telling me you're going to save her? Have you watched too many movies or read too many novels? With those puny arms, I doubt you could even beat the dogs in your village. And now, you want to show off in front of me?"

"You're right! The dogs back in my village are tough; they could make me run for the hills, and I really can't beat them!" Daniel admitted, but then he playfully added, "Sure, I can't beat a dog, but that doesn't mean I can't take you down."

This honest proclamation once again sent Head and everyone else into a fit of laughter. Not just Head, but all of his cronies were cracking up.

"Ha!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

They laughed even harder and more exaggeratedly than before.

Head turned to his sidekick, a dark, unimpressive guy named Black Dog, and commanded, "Black Dog, teach this country boy a lesson. Show him that the dogs here in Washington are a hundred times tougher than the ones in his village!"

"Yes, Boss!" Black Dog moved towards Daniel. As he reached him, he swung his hand at Daniel's groin, aiming for a swift victory with a crippling first strike.

But Jessica was the only one with the privilege to touch Daniel there, without restraint or consequence. So, when Black Dog's hand came at him, Daniel simply lifted his leg and kicked him squarely in the stomach.

"Thump!"

With that solid kick, Daniel sent Black Dog flying like a cannonball, soaring perfectly straight until he crashed into a row of trash cans by the roadside. Like dominoes, each can toppled over onto the next.

Every trash can, filled to the brim, spilled its contents over Black Dog, burying him in a cascade of garbage.

Head was shocked, but he quickly regained his composure and looked at Daniel with a sly, measuring gaze.

"So, farm boy, I see why you're so bold; you've had some training! But if you think your amateur skills can take on my guys, then you're signing your own death warrant!"

Head was all about fast and decisive action; he never dragged his heels. With a grand wave, he ordered his gang, "Get him! Beat this country bumpkin into a dead dog! Let's see if he'll dare to show off in front of me again or come here playing the hero!"

At Head's command, the gang converged on Daniel like a pack of wild dogs.