Chapter 287 No Rtion to Our Family


    Dn didn’t take the cigar Mason offered him; instead, he delivered a loud p across Mason''s


    face. "p!" Stunned by the impact, Mason listened as Dn spoke coldly, "Apologize? You call


    this an apology? If you want to apologize, you need to kneel!"


    Without hesitation, at the drop of Dn''s words, Mason dropped to his knees. "I''m sorry, The


    Dn!"


    This was Mason''s way of dealing with problems. Lacking Dn''s strength, he had to grovel like a


    dog, letting Dn vent until he was appeased—a skill that had gotten Mason to where he was


    today. Mason could be haughty before those weaker than him, but a groveling dog before the


    powerful.


    Another p from Dn sent Mason tumbling to the ground. "What good does your kneeling do? If


    you''re going to apologize, you need to show some real sincerity! Whoever led the ruckus at my


    mine should be the one kneeling and apologizing!"


    Dn''s gaze turned icily to Oliver. "You old fool, thought you were so tough? Let''s see if your bones


    are still as hard today."


    "You expect me to kneel and apologize? The enemy shot and crippled my legs on the battlefield,


    and I never knelt. You think I''d kneel to a bastard like you?" Oliver''s rage red. He was a retired


    veteran who had served in Vietnam. He maintained good health when he returned and chose not to


    take any government support, instead living as a farmer in his hometown.


    But Oliver never expected to face someone like Dn in his twilight years—the tyrant who almost


    single-handedly turned Greenfield into his kingdom. Dn had opened a coal mine upstream,


    dumping waste into the river and leaving g in the vige. In less than five years, he turned the


    beautiful Greenfield into a barren wastnd where not even weeds could survive. The recent surge


    in cancer deaths in Greenfield was, Oliver believed, due to the pollution from Dn''s mining


    activities.


    "You dare call me a bastard? I''ll smash your damn mouth!" Dn swung his hand toward Oliver''s


    face.


    But Oliver was a seasoned soldier and a hero who defended his country—Daniel couldn’t let him be


    humiliated by a thug like Dn. So, Daniel intervened, swiftly grabbing Dn''s wrist and freezing


    the p mid-air.


    Acting on the principle of an eye for an eye, Daniel smacked Dn across the face. Caught off-


    guard, Dn''s fleshy cheek absorbed the blow.


    "p!" The satisfying sound apanied Dn as he fell to the ground, his cheek swollen, the


    corner of his mouth bleeding.


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    Everyone was dumbfounded. This country boy had the nerve to p The Dn—sending the man


    sprawling?


    Emily quickly stepped forward, eager to disassociate with Daniel. "The Dn, this country kid has


    nothing to do with our family. His p has nothing to do with us—it''s between you two!"