The Understated Dragon Lord
Chapter 620 Smart's Trap

Chapter 620 Smart's Trap



"Ahem, ahem!" Smart interjected with a light cough, interrupting the couple. This interruption irked Daniel, who reprimanded sharply, "Retard, what's with the cough? If you're sick, go take your medicine! Don't spread your germs to her and me. Can't you see we're having a great time? Are you blind?"

At Daniel's words, Beauty instinctively gave him a sharp kick to the buttocks, nearly toppling him if not for his steady footing. "Who's having a great time with you? I'd rather not deal with a freak like you!" she retorted with a half-serious joke before stuffing a grilled sausage into Daniel's mouth. His surprised expression was brief as he took a bite, apparently enjoying the taste.

"Tasty, isn't it?" Beauty asked with a smile.

"Delicious!"

"Country bumpkin, maybe if I feed you sausages every day, you'll grow to love a certain special kind."

"I'll feed you some sausage, too, how about that?"

"Go away!"

Smart was feeling left out, ignored once more by the duo-particularly by Beauty, and it was getting under his skin.

Since Smart couldn't chastise Beauty, he directed his irritation at Daniel. With a cold laugh, Smart taunted, "What, country boy, scared now? Backing down?"

"How am I scared? How am I backing down?" Daniel replied cheerfully.

"If you've got the guts, then bet with me."

"On what?"

"Drinking!"

Daniel couldn't help but laugh. He had expected some complex challenge, not a drinking contest. But he suspected this Retard was plotting something more nefarious.

"So, what are the rules? Who can drink the most?"

"Who can drink the most-that's hillbilly drinking. Now that you're in the city, at a grand banquet in Purple Gold, we should play something more upscale."

Offering only cryptic remarks about the rules, Smart gestured grandly to Daniel, "Country bumpkin, if you're as brave as you claim, follow me!" "Of course, I'm a man! If you don't believe me, ask your wife to test me out when you have one."

"You damn bumpkin, don't push it!" Although Smart was livid, he dared not attack Daniel. He knew he was outmatched.

"Am I going too far? I don't think so. After all, if your fist was harder than mine, you'd definitely be the one going too far, at least a hundred times more!"

Smart, without another word, led Daniel to a bar crammed with an array of alcohols and a variety of drinking and cocktail-mixing paraphernalia. A blonde, blue-eyed bartender was busily mixing drinks.

She was Catherine, the cocktail expert hired by Smart, who was clearly one of his operatives. Forewarned by Smart, Catherine knew exactly how to deal with the so-called country bumpkin

Thus, Smart had prepared thoroughly for Daniel's arrival at the bar. This time, he was determined to take the country boy down a notch.