Chapter 288 Take Him Down


    Dn scrambled up from the ground, his cheek burning from the p, and red at Daniel,


    bellowing, "You have the guts to p me?"


    "p!" Daniel didn''t bother with a verbal response; instead, he answered with another sharp p


    across Dn''s face.


    Dn was a mix of shock and rage, scarcely believing what was happening as he red at Daniel


    and barked, "You dare p me again?"


    "p!" Daniel''s hand met Dn''s face once more without any exnation.


    Rage flooded Dn after the third p. "FUCK!" He cursed loudly, then shoutedmands to his


    crew. "Take him down, beat this reckless country boy to a pulp!"


    At Dn''s bidding, his pack of roughnecks charged toward Daniel like rabid dogs. These hoodlums,


    though not professionally trained, were no strangers to brawls on the streets. They were brutal to


    themselves and their foes alike, and they weren''t unarmed. Armed with steel pipes, daggers, and


    even machetes, they attacked.


    Daniel stood emotionless as they lunged toward him. Fists and feet flying, he floored the gang of


    attackers in under a minute. Walking up to Dn, he said in no uncertain terms, "Kneel before the


    old hero, apologize, promise never to cross him again, and shut down your lousy mine!"


    It wasn''t a negotiation; it was an order from Daniel to Dn.


    "You country boy! After injuring my men and pping me around, you want me to kneel and


    apologize? I''ve been The Dn in River County for decades; I''ve never been insulted like this! You


    have no idea who you''re dealing with!"


    With those words, Dn pulled out a handgun and aimed it at Daniel''s chest. To ensure his safety,


    he stepped back, widening the distance between them. Even if Daniel acted quickly, he couldn’t


    outspeed the bullet from Dn''s gun.


    "Kneel down now, or I''ll shoot you on the spot!"


    Gun in hand, Dn was cool and confident. He didn''t rise to a position where a single stamp could


    shake River County with his fists—it was the gun. Dn could kill without trial.


    Anyone in River County who dared mess with Dn would meet their end by his bullet. All his past


    adversaries who''d offended him were taken out, leaving him without rivals.


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    Daniel, hands in his pockets, faced the gun pointed at his chest without a trace of fear, even poking


    fun with augh. "Wow, The Dn lives up to his reputation! I thought you just had a gang of thugs


    at yourmand, but who would''ve thought you''d actually carry a gun? That old pistol and the way


    you hold it looks pretty professional; you must''ve killed before, huh?"


    "I''ve taken lives with this gun, over a hundred," Dn boasted. "If you don''t do as I say, you''re next!"