Chapter 233 Kneel Down

With a crisping sound, the already half-snapped Kurogane katana broke off yet another piece. The

once formidable blade, originally over fifty centimeters long, was now reduced to less than ten

centimeters, almost like a dagger.

"Japanese man, we Americans believe in 'even'. You tried to stab me and missed—that's your

problem. So it's only right that I give you one attack in return!" Daniel declared as he swung his

willow branch.

Crack!

The willow branch made a sharp noise as it struck Takashi Sato's face, leaving a red welt

resembling a centipede crawling across his cheek. Against a shameless nation like Japan, a slap in

the face was the best approach since they were not behaving like true people.

"You stupid American, how dare you hit my face? Baka!" Takashi Sato erupted once more in fury,

his face reddened as he pointed the remaining stub of the Kurogane katana at Daniel’s chest.

Then, with a sly press of a button, three black darts shot out. This was a hidden feature of the

katana. Originally equipped with eighteen darts, only three remained after the blade was

significantly shortened, but these last three were more than enough to end the life of the pesky

American.

As the flying darts approached, Daniel waved his willow branch.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

With three crisp sounds, the darts were sent flying. Two struck Takashi Sato in each of his knees,

forcing him to plop down to the ground. The last dart sliced his cheek, then ricocheted off at a sharp

angle, piercing the knees of several other Japanese fighters and causing them to kneel

simultaneously.

"Ah... Aaaah..."

Takashi Sato writhed on the ground, howling in pain as he held his maimed legs. The other

Japanese fighters, likewise injured, clutched their knees while screaming and rolling on the ground.

Daniel wouldn't let off the remaining unknelt Japanese, either. With swift swings of his willow

branch, he promptly had everyone on their knees.

After the last Japanese fell, Daniel announced loudly, "Japanese fighters, today was just a small

lesson. If you dare cause more trouble in America again, I'll take down every single one of you, no

matter how many come!"

Turning to those from Martial Club United, he said, "Now that the Japanese fighters are

incapacitated, do as you wish. If any of you want to vent, be my guest."

Daniel would not kill, but what followed would be beyond his jurisdiction. He knew those from

Martial Club United might not be so forgiving.

After his declaration, Daniel left with Jessica and Brittany. The scene that was likely to unfold next

could become gruesome, and he preferred not to expose the women to it.

Driving back to the office, Daniel was at the wheel with the two women sitting in the back seat.

Suddenly, Brittany spoke to Jessica.

"Jessica, next week is my grandfather's eightieth birthday, and I'd like to take some time off to go

back home."

"Okay," Jessica agreed without hesitation.

But Brittany had more to add.

"Jessica, I have another request."

"Go ahead."

"Well, I'd like to borrow the Country Boy. I want to bring him with me to my hometown."

The innocuous request hung in the air, laden with unspoken implications, as they continued their

drive.