The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 287 No Relation to Our Family Dylan didn't take the cigar Mason offered him; instead, he delivered a loud slap across Mason's face. "Slap!" Stunned by the impact, Mason listened as Dylan spoke coldly, "Apologize? You call this an apology? If you want to apologize, you need to kneel!" Without hesitation, at the drop of Dylan's words, Mason dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry, The Dylan!" This was Mason's way of dealing with problems. Lacking Dylan's strength, he had to grovel like a dog, letting Dylan 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 slap from Dylan sent Mason tumbling to the ground. "What good does your kneeling do? If you're going to apologize, you need to show sreal sincerity! Whoever led the ruckus at my mine should be the one kneeling and apologizing!" Dylan'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 expectto 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 flared. 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 Dylan in his twilight years—the tyrant who almost single- handedly turned Greenfield into his kingdom. Dylan had opened a coal mine upstream, dumping waste into the river and leaving slag in the village. In less than five years, he turned the beautiful Greenfield into a barren wasteland where not even weeds could survive. The recent surge in cancer deaths in Greenfield was, Oliver believed, due to the pollution from Dylan's mining activities. "You dare calla bastard? I'll smash your damn mouth!" Dylan 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 Dylan. So, Daniel intervened, swiftly grabbing Dylan's wrist and freezing the slap mid-air. Acting on the principle of an eye for an eye, Daniel smacked Dylan across the face. Caught off-guard, Dylan's fleshy cheek absorbed the blow.

"Slap!" The satisfying sound accompanied Dylan as he fell to the ground, his cheek swollen, the corner of his mouth bleeding.

Everyone was dumbfounded. This country boy had the nerve to slap The Dylan-sending the man sprawling? Emily quickly stepped forward, eager to disassociate with Daniel. "The Dylan, this country kid has nothing to do with our family. His slap has nothing to do with us-it's between you two!" Chapter 287 No Relation to Our Family Dylan didn't take the cigar Mason offered him; instead, he delivered a loud slap across Mason's face. "Slap!" Stunned by the impact, Mason listened as Dylan spoke coldly, "Apologize? You call this an apology? If you want to apologize, you need to kneel!" Without hesitation, at the drop of Dylan's words, Mason dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry, The Dylan!" This was Mason's way of dealing with problems. Lacking Dylan's strength, he had to grovel like a dog, letting Dylan 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 slap from Dylan sent Mason tumbling to the ground. "What good does your kneeling do? If you're going to apologize, you need to show sreal sincerity! Whoever led the ruckus at my mine should be the one kneeling and apologizing!" Dylan'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 expectto 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 flared. 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 Dylan in his twilight years-the tyrant who almost single- handedly turned Greenfield into his kingdom. Dylan had opened a coal mine upstream, dumping waste into the river and leaving slag in the village. In less than five years, he turned the beautiful Greenfield into a barren wasteland where not even weeds could survive. The recent surge in cancer deaths in Greenfield was, Oliver believed, due to the pollution from Dylan's mining activities.

"You dare calla bastard? I'll smash your damn mouth!" Dylan 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 Dylan. So, Daniel intervened, swiftly grabbing Dylan's wrist and freezing the slap mid-air.

Acting on the principle of an eye for an eye, Daniel smacked Dylan across the face Caught off-guard, Dylan's fleshy cheek absorbed the blow. "Slap!" The satisfying sound accompanied Dylan as he fell to the ground, his cheek swollen, the corner of his mouth bleeding.

Everyone was dumbfounded. This country boy had the nerve to slap The Dylan-sending the man sprawling?

Emily quickly stepped forward, eager to disassociate with Daniel. "The Dylan, this country kid has nothing to hour de with our family. His slap has nothing to do with us-it's between you two!"