The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 890 Fool



The guy named Yellow was clearly a small-time thug. His approach to Brittany was more than just for a drink; once that first drink was done, there would be another, and then likely another after that. If they didn't shoo him away, he would be glued to Brittany all night.

"Get lost!" Brittany fired back.

Hearing Brittany's anger flaring up made Daniel realize he couldn't just stand by and watch.

He turned to Yellow with a grin and warned, "Hey, Yellow, did you hear that? The lady wants you to leave-stop bothering her."

“What the hell are you? Some backwoods nobody? I'm here to chat up this gorgeous girl, and you dare to butt in? Watch how I teach you a lesson today!"

As he spoke, Yellow picked up a beer bottle from the table and swung it toward Daniel's head.

Bam!

With a dull sound, the bottle smashed against Yellow's own head instead.

Foamy beer mixed with blood flowed down from the gash at the back of his head, pooling on the ground.

"Ah... Aahhh!"

Yellow screamed, clearly not accustomed to pain.

After regaining some clarity, he pressed a napkin to his wounded head and shouted at his companions, "Guys, come help me! Kill this bastard! How dare he hit me with a beer bottle?"

The group of thugs quickly surrounded Daniel, each grabbing a beer bottle, ready to swing them at his head.

Thud!

Thud, thud!

With each strike, more bottles shattered, sending shards of glass raining down on the floor. One by one, the thugs toppled over.

Still holding a beer bottle, Daniel

advanced on Yellow and asked, "So, you're Vellow, huh? You wanted to hit me in the back of the head with a beer bottle? Here, take it!"

He not only handed over the bottle but even leaned forward, offering his skull.

Yellow was too foolish to resist the bait.

He accepted the beer bottle and smashed it hard against Daniel's head.

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

With a loud shout,

Smash!

Another bottle shattered, pieces scattering everywhere. The frothy beer mixed with Yellow's blood creating a stream that flowed across the floor.

"Ah!"

"Ahhh!"

Yellow screamed, his voice a horrific wail of agony.

"You bastard, how dare you hit me? You're dead meat!"

Despite his threats, his companions backed off, clearly intimidated.

"Guys, all of you, go get him! Kill him!"

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