The Understated Dragon Lord novel Chapter 316

True to his word, Daniel intended to deliver this burly fellow to the septic tank to drink from it. As such, with a swift kick to the bellowing strong man's stomach, Daniel propelled him into flight.

The man traced an arching parabola through the air and then…

"Splash!"

Landed right in the septic pit.

With the thug and the strong man both in their deserved place in the septic tank, only Strong remained. Daniel approached him with a genial smile, "Country bumpkin, do you finally realize where you are?"

"Haven't we already discussed this?" Daniel retorted. "This is Shore County! We even went over the sign earlier. You need me to teach you again?"

Suddenly, Strong pulled out a dagger and lunged for Daniel's chest. But his attack was futile against Daniel's quick reflexes. As the blade neared, Daniel simply kicked, sending Strong flying as well.

"Splash!" was heard once more as another joined his companions in the muck.

Daniel grabbed the rail meant to block the way, giving it a fierce twist and snapping it. He then opened the passenger side of the car and sat down.

"Jennifer, weren't you a bit excessive just now? We were almost married once, and even if you called off the engagement, I am still your ex-fiancé. You were really going to drive off and leave me here? Could you have lived with that?"

"I wouldn’t have cared if you died; you would have deserved it! But it turns out you can fight after all. You took down so many by yourself!"

"As you keep saying, I'm a country bumpkin. I grew strong from daily farm work. Where I lived was remote and had wolves and the like. So, taking care of a few nobodies like this is simple to me."

"Humph!"

Jennifer revved up the Pavara, drove a little further, and stopped in front of her manufacturing plant. Due to lying idle for so long, moss had overtaken the entrance and weeds sprouted through the cracks.

Upon opening the factory door, a strong musty smell wafted out. Machines on the production line were rusted, the walls marked with mildew. Wooden decors were even sprouting mushrooms.

Daniel surveyed the decrepit scene and shook his head in disbelief, "So this is the factory that's going to produce face masks? In this kind of environment, who would dare buy those products?"

"The production lines in this factory rust due to disuse, yes. But with a bit of work, it'll be more than capable of producing top-quality products again," Jennifer asserted.