The Understated Dragon Lord
Chapter 701 Facing the Consequences

Chapter 701 Facing the Consequences

Fury blazed in Beauty's eyes as she pointed a sharp finger at a wild hen perched high in the branches and commanded Daniel, "Country bumpkin, scurry up that tree and snatch that bird down! That darn hen is way too cheeky; it had the nerve to poop on my head. I'm gonna roast it and not leave a single scrap of bone behind!"

Daniel glared at the hen at the top of the tree and shouted, "Hey you fat chicken, have you no shame? Dropping your mess right on Beauty's head? Do you want to live or not? Roll on down here so I can roast you up and end this. Otherwise, I'll spank your behind until it's swollen!"

"Smack!"

Before Daniel could even lay a hand on the hen, he felt a stinging slap on his own behind.

The searing pain made him wince. "Beauty, why'd you hit me?" he asked, a look of utter confusion on his face.

"I told you to bring that hen down, and here you are, yakking away. If you keep this up, the hen will fly off, and how will you catch it then?" she retorted.

"If it dares to fly, I'll knock its wings out with pebbles!" Daniel boasted, picking up a small stone patting it in his hand to show to Beauty.

Then, with a sly grin, he teased, "Beauty, wanna bet that with this tiny stone, I can knock that wild hen right out of the tree?"

"I don't believe you!" Beauty snapped back.

"Don't believe me? Let's make a gamble! If I can knock that hen down with this pebble, you lose. And then you gotta face a punishment," Daniel said, the playfulness sparkling in his eyes.

"Punishment? What kind of punishment do you have in mind?" she asked warily.

With a mischievous look, Daniel replied, "You go over there and bend over; I'll flick a pebble at your behind."

"I'll kill you! You hillbilly, you scoundrel, what are you thinking? I should be the one smacking your behind!" And with that, Beauty's hand flew and another slap landed.

"Smack!"

Daniel took another one. "What gives you the right to hit me again?" he grumbled, feeling wronged.

"Just because I'm Beauty, do you have a problem with that?" she challenged, arms crossed and looking fierce - a wildcat dare, impossible to disobey.

"Of course not! Alive or dead, I

belong to you, Beauty. I wouldn't dare complain. Whatever punishment you give, I'll take it... wouldn't say a word against it! Daniel assured her, trying to keep peace.

"That's right, you better not. If you even think about it, I'll punish your so hard, you'll regret ever being born, you country bumpkin!" she

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threatened.

Up in the tree, the wild hen stirred, strutting with a brazen swagger right over Daniel's head. It started to raise its rear end, getting ready to take revenge with another dropping.

But Daniel wasn't about to let it succeed; with a deft flick of his wrist, he sent the pebble flying.

Whoosh!

The stone arced gracefully through the air, smacking the hen right on its feathery bottom.

Squawk!

The hen let out a shriek and feathers fluttered down like a feathered snowfall.

As for the hen, it was knocked out of the tree, thudding onto the ground.

Daniel picked up the hen and was impressed to replace it was quite hefty, weighing at least four or five pounds.