Chapter 184 A Single p


    With those words, Justin made a phone call to Joey. Soon, Joey arrived with not just members of


    the Tiger Club, but also a young man brimming with extraordinary aura and rippling muscles – a


    sure sign of his proficiency in martial arts.


    This young man was his nephew, the only son of Woods Tiger – Tyler Tiger. Tyler had be a


    martial arts master at a very young age, one of the rare young martial arts masters in the USA!


    Upon seeing Joey, Justin hurriedly asked him, "Joey, is this your younger brother, Woods Tiger?"


    "He''s my nephew. My brother is in training. But dealing with this country boy? My nephew can


    handle it easily. Despite his youth, he''s already a martial arts master, one of the few in the USA.


    Last year, he made it to the quarterfinals in the young martial arts masters tournament."


    "There’s no need for all this talk, Uncle. I’m busy. I’ve got ces to be. Just point out who you want


    me to beat and let''s make this quick!" Tyler stepped forward exuding confidence.


    "Hit him!"


    Justin pointed at Daniel, saying, "That''s the country boy. I''m sure with your skills, one punch would


    be all it takes."


    Tyler looked at Daniel with a sneer and arrogantlymanded, "Country boy,e here and let me


    p you dead!"


    "Alright! I’lle. I really want to see if you can kill me with a single p."


    Daniel responded and walked over to Tyler with a smile.


    "I’m right here. Don’t hold back,e on!"Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    "Fool!"


    The word left Tyler’s mouth, cold and disdainful.


    Then he swung his hand, his palm striking towards Daniel''s chest as fast as lightning. Even though


    it was just a palm strike, it packed the force of five hundred kilograms. If his palmnded on Daniel''s


    chest, his internal organs would be shattered, and his heart would turn to mush.


    Daniel didn’t even treat the p seriously. He waved his hand, sending out a p of his own.


    p!


    An ear-piercing crisp sound echoed as their palms collided. The next moment, Tler was flung


    backward,nding squarely on his behind. His right hand immediately swelled up, looking as big as


    a pig''s trotter.


    "Ah! Aaah!"


    After being thrown back, the intense pain shooting through his palm made Tyler scream.


    "Weren’t you going to kill me with one p? I''m still alive, without even a scratch. So why are you


    sitting there screaming?"


    Daniel, hands in his pockets, beckoned Tyler with his right hand, taunting him with a warm chuckle.


    "You were going to p me dead, right? Be my guest, keep going! I promise I won''t dodge!"


    "I came here today to wrap things up about Windows Street. ck Panther Club must move out


    today, and Justin, you owe ourpany fifteen million for emotional damages."


    So, Daniel wouldn''t hold back. He was ready to turn the tables even more.