Chapter 456 Making Mischief

Before Daniel could even finish his sentence, he felt a pinch on his backside. Beauty had sidled up

next to him, her face stern as she stared him down and demanded, "Country boy, what exactly are

you looking to 'experience'?"

"Uh... nothing! I don't want to experience anything! I was just saying those Japanese ladies might

want to... you know, have an experience."

"You dare to spout more nonsense!"

Another fierce pinch from Beauty sent Daniel howling in pain.

"Country boy, if you ever dare to follow through with that, I'll make sure you regret it!"

"How would you do that?"

Beauty shaped her two fingers into scissors and made a snipping gesture through the air,

graphically communicating to Daniel her intentions.

At the sideline, Kojima's nose flared as he grew increasingly angry. That country boy was

insufferable, he thought, swaggering even after swelling up his hand, and now flirting outrageously

with a beautiful woman? It was as if Kojima didn't even exist in his world.

Unable to best him with his fists, Kojima stealthily drew the Desert Eagle holstered at his waist

without a single sound. With a swift motion, he aimed the barrel directly at Daniel's head. Feeling in

control with the gun in hand, Kojima commanded from a position of power, "Country boy, get on

your knees right now!"

"Wow! So, Mr. Animal, you think just because you've got a gun, you can take me down? Let me

remind you, any man in the USA is tough stuff—you Japanese folks can't just mess with us.

You're way out of your depth here! Even if you had a cannon instead of a handgun, you couldn't

beat us bare-handed Americans! We're not afraid of a tiny handgun; heck, even atomic bombs

would be snuffed out by us!"

Daniel’s claims were far from bluster. If he managed to fully harness the power of the seven

dragons within him, even an atomic bomb would fizzle out around him.

"Country boy, I'm giving you a three-count. If you don't kneel, I'll make you," Kojima declared before

starting his countdown.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

As Kojima reached "one," he swiftly shifted the aim of the Desert Eagle from Daniel's head down to

his knee and pulled the trigger.

At that very instant, Daniel's figure blurred, moving with lightning speed to close the gap between

him and Kojima. Just as Kojima was about to pull the trigger, Daniel seized the barrel and twisted it

with force, bending the highly durable steel into a twisted pretzel.

Kojima, caught off guard, still fired the trigger.

"Bang!"

But this wasn't the sound of a gunshot; it was the sound of the bullet exploding in the barrel.

Accompanied by that earth-shattering boom, a fireball with a diameter of two to three meters

erupted. And when the flames subsided, Kojima’s left hand was scorched to a crisp.

"Ah! Aaaah!"

The familiar scream echoed. Kojima, clutching his blasted hand, rolled on the ground in agony.

Daniel, much like before with his hands in his pockets, stood by Kojima, chuckling and taunting as

the man writhed in pain.