The Understated Dragon Lord novel Chapter 211

After laughing, Brittany's derision wasn’t satisfied, so she brazenly went on, "Cousin, how is it? I told you the country boy's lobster would taste terrible, didn’t I? It looks okay on the outside, but I bet it’s no good to eat."

Amelia didn't answer right away; instead, she handed a piece of lobster to Brittany. "You try it," she insisted.

"I definitely won’t! Anything cooked by that country boy won’t taste good!"

Brittany refused to eat the lobster made by Daniel. Ignoring her stubbornness, Amelia peeled a piece and straight up placed it in Brittany's mouth. The moment the lobster's flavors burst on her palate, Brittany instinctively began to chew.

Before even finishing the first piece, Brittany reached for a second. Seeing her savor the dish, Amelia asked with a grin, "So, how’s the lobster that your boyfriend made? Isn't it super delicious?"

"It's just okay, passable!" Brittany would never praise Daniel. No matter how delicious it was, she would only admit it was average at best. For her to even concede that much, she believed was high praise for Daniel.

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Elsewhere, a drenched Beardog, fresh from a bath and clothed anew, hastened to Windows Street. He was shocked to find the Black Panther Club members appearing to be moving out despite the late hour.

Feeling confused and unsure of what had happened, he ran upstairs to find Justin sitting despondently in his office, nursing a drink. On seeing Justin, Beardog rushed over to the desk like a man finding his long-lost father. "Justin! You have to help me!"

"And you are?" Justin squinted at him for several seconds before recognition dawned.

"You're Beardog?"

"The country boy's at Bell Street!"

"Head there first, keep the country boy there, and make sure he doesn't escape. I'll organize things on my end and will bring people over shortly!"

Bell Street was a coveted location, New York's best food street, and Beardog had always managed it. The businesses on Bell Street paid substantial management fees annually, amounting to tens of millions of dollars, almost pure profit with minimal costs.

The fact someone had hit Beardog on Bell Street clearly meant that someone was trying to take over that street. Therefore, Justin needed to stand by Beardog. Moreover, he’d bring his club members with him to let whoever was there know not to mess with Justin.

Selecting a few of his best fighters, Justin sent them as bodyguards with Beardog. As for himself, he planned to touch up his image a bit before making a dramatic appearance.