The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 184 A Single Slap

With those words, Justin made a phone call to Joey. Soon, Joey arrived with not just members of the Tiger Club, but also a young man brimming with extraordinary aura and rippling muscles – a sure sign of his proficiency in martial arts.

This young man was his nephew, the only son of Woods Tiger – Tyler Tiger. Tyler had become a martial arts master at a very young age, one of the rare young martial arts masters in the USA!

Upon seeing Joey, Justin hurriedly asked him, "Joey, is this your younger brother, Woods Tiger?"

"He's my nephew. My brother is in training. But dealing with this country boy? My nephew can handle it easily. Despite his youth, he's already a martial arts master, one of the few in the USA. Last year, he made it to the quarterfinals in the young martial arts masters tournament."

"There’s no need for all this talk, Uncle. I’m busy. I’ve got places to be. Just point out who you want me to beat and let's make this quick!" Tyler stepped forward exuding confidence.

"Hit him!" NôvelDrama.Org content.

Justin pointed at Daniel, saying, "That's the country boy. I'm sure with your skills, one punch would be all it takes."

Tyler looked at Daniel with a sneer and arrogantly commanded, "Country boy, come here and let me slap you dead!"

"Alright! I’ll come. I really want to see if you can kill me with a single slap."

Daniel responded and walked over to Tyler with a smile.

"I’m right here. Don’t hold back, come on!"

"Fool!"

The word left Tyler’s mouth, cold and disdainful.

Then he swung his hand, his palm striking towards Daniel's chest as fast as lightning. Even though it was just a palm strike, it packed the force of five hundred kilograms. If his palm landed on Daniel's chest, his internal organs would be shattered, and his heart would turn to mush.

Daniel didn’t even treat the slap seriously. He waved his hand, sending out a slap of his own.

Clap!

An ear-piercing crisp sound echoed as their palms collided. The next moment, Tler was flung backward, landing squarely on his behind. His right hand immediately swelled up, looking as big as a pig's trotter.

"Ah! Aaah!"

After being thrown back, the intense pain shooting through his palm made Tyler scream.

"Weren’t you going to kill me with one slap? I'm still alive, without even a scratch. So why are you sitting there screaming?"

Daniel, hands in his pockets, beckoned Tyler with his right hand, taunting him with a warm chuckle.

"You were going to slap me dead, right? Be my guest, keep going! I promise I won't dodge!"

"I came here today to wrap things up about Windows Street. Black Panther Club must move out today, and Justin, you owe our company fifteen million for emotional damages."

So, Daniel wouldn't hold back. He was ready to turn the tables even more.