Chapter 422: A Woman''s Favoritism


    Beauty''s cries couldn''t halt Daniel''s advance. He nced back with a carefree grin and assured her,


    "Don''t worry, Beauty, even if the Tiger King musters all its courage, it wouldn''t dare bite me. And if it


    does try, it''ll get a p from my left hand, one from my right, and it''ll howl in defeat."


    As he spoke, Daniel had approached the Tiger King. The enormous creature bowed its head and


    opened its jawsrger than a wellhead—lunging for Daniel''s head.


    "Country boy, be careful!" Beauty yelled in panic, then, disregarding her own safety, dashed towards


    Daniel.


    At that moment, Daniel looked up sharply and lifted his hand in a swift motion.


    "Smack!"


    A crisp pnded on the Tiger King''s forehead.


    "Roar!" The Tiger King howled—but before it could react, Daniel delivered another p.


    "Roar!"


    "Smack!"


    "You dare growl? Shut your mouth!"


    "Roa—"


    "Smack!"


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    "Still want to roar?"


    Defeated, the Tiger King fell silent, gazing at Daniel with eyes full of misery and fear. As Daniel


    raised his hand again, the Tiger King promptly copsed to the ground, rolling onto its back like a


    submissive giant kitty cat, begging for leniency.


    Beauty was stunned by this scene. "This... this is the Tiger King! How does it turn into a big kitty in


    front of you, country boy?"


    "The Tiger King? Even the fiercest tigers be gentle as kittens before me," Daniel replied with


    cheeky arrogance.


    Beauty sensed something off in his words and narrowed her eyes distrustfully. "Who are you calling


    fierce and good-looking?" she challenged.


    "Whoever fits the description," Daniel said with a teasing shrug.


    "I’ll pummel you!" In a fit of rage, Beauty pounded Daniel''s chest with her fists.


    Suddenly, Daniel remembered something. "Oh, I just won a bet, didn''t I?"


    His question instantly put Beauty on alert. "What bet did you win?"


    Anticipating that Beauty might try to deny the bet, Daniel pointed at Soldier and asked, "Soldier,


    shouldn''t you be kneeling down to kowtow and call me ''grandpa'' now?"


    Hearing Daniel''s demand, Soldier naturally resisted. The shame of kneeling and calling someone


    ''grandpa'' was something he couldn''t bear a second time.


    "Why would I kneel? Why should I call you ''grandpa''? I didn''t bet with you!"


    In his shamelessness, Soldier resorted to outright denial to avoid the humiliation.


    Seeing Soldier''s refusal, Daniel immediately turned to Beauty. "Beauty, he''s trying to weasel out of


    the bet! This isn''t just an insult; he’s trying to shame you! After all, you were the witness to our bet!"


    Beauty was always biased. She would never side with Soldier—only Daniel. Thus, with a stern


    expression, she ordered Soldier: "Kneel down, kowtow to the country boy, and call him ''grandpa'' to


    honor your bet!"