Chapter 456 Making Mischief


    Before Daniel could even finish his sentence, he felt a pinch on his backside. Beauty had sidled up


    next to him, her face stern as she stared him down and demanded, "Country boy, what exactly are


    you looking to ''experience''?"


    "Uh... nothing! I don''t want to experience anything! I was just saying those Japanesedies might


    want to... you know, have an experience."


    "You dare to spout more nonsense!"


    Another fierce pinch from Beauty sent Daniel howling in pain.


    "Country boy, if you ever dare to follow through with that, I''ll make sure you regret it!"


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    "How would you do that?"


    Beauty shaped her two fingers into scissors and made a snipping gesture through the air,


    graphicallymunicating to Daniel her intentions.


    At the sideline, Kojima''s nose red as he grew increasingly angry. That country boy was


    insufferable, he thought, swaggering even after swelling up his hand, and now flirting outrageously


    with a beautiful woman? It was as if Kojima didn''t even exist in his world.


    Unable to best him with his fists, Kojima stealthily drew the Desert Eagle holstered at his waist


    without a single sound. With a swift motion, he aimed the barrel directly at Daniel''s head. Feeling in


    control with the gun in hand, Kojimamanded from a position of power, "Country boy, get on


    your knees right now!"


    "Wow! So, Mr. Animal, you think just because you''ve got a gun, you can take me down? Let me


    remind you, any man in the USA is tough stuff—you Japanese folks can''t just mess with us.


    You''re way out of your depth here! Even if you had a cannon instead of a handgun, you couldn''t


    beat us bare-handed Americans! We''re not afraid of a tiny handgun; heck, even atomic bombs


    would be snuffed out by us!"


    Daniel’s ims were far from bluster. If he managed to fully harness the power of the seven


    dragons within him, even an atomic bomb would fizzle out around him.


    "Country boy, I''m giving you a three-count. If you don''t kneel, I''ll make you," Kojima dered before


    starting his countdown.


    "Three!"


    "Two!"


    "One!"


    As Kojima reached "one," he swiftly shifted the aim of the Desert Eagle from Daniel''s head down to


    his knee and pulled the trigger.


    At that very instant, Daniel''s figure blurred, moving with lightning speed to close the gap between


    him and Kojima. Just as Kojima was about to pull the trigger, Daniel seized the barrel and twisted it


    with force, bending the highly durable steel into a twisted pretzel.


    Kojima, caught off guard, still fired the trigger.


    "Bang!"


    But this wasn''t the sound of a gunshot; it was the sound of the bullet exploding in the barrel.


    Apanied by that earth-shattering boom, a fireball with a diameter of two to three meters


    erupted. And when the mes subsided, Kojima’s left hand was scorched to a crisp.


    "Ah! Aaaah!"


    The familiar scream echoed. Kojima, clutching his sted hand, rolled on the ground in agony.


    Daniel, much like before with his hands in his pockets, stood by Kojima, chuckling and taunting as


    the man writhed in pain.