The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 727 The Red Blade

"I... I can't let you do this! I'd rather die from the poison than have you save me like that! If you really cut off my... my manhood, I'd rather not live! Dead or alive, I want to remain a proper man!" White urgently expressed his thoughts, making his stance crystal clear with a strong conviction.

Black was speechless at the misunderstanding: "Man, I'm just gonna make a small cut on your thigh, not chop off your... you know. What's going on in that head of yours? If I did that, who would join me for a night out at the strip club?"

As Black spoke, trying to divert White's attention, he swiftly plunged the blade into White's thigh. The blade went in white and came out stained red. "Argh! Oh man, that hurts!"

"So much blood! I'm losing so much blood!"

"Bro, weren't you supposed to be getting the poison out? What are you doing? With this one cut, it feels like I'm bleeding out! I'm going to die at this rate!"

White wailed as if haunted by spirits.

"Why are you screaming? It's just a little blood," Black retorted.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He then rummaged through his bag.

"Bro, where's the antidote? Hurry up and use it, and stop the bleeding! It's like a faucet in here. At this rate, I'm not going to last long!"

"Zip it! The louder you scream, the

slower I'll go. You're not gonna die. Worst comes to worst, I'll just transfer some blood from this country boy to you. Although he's a bit rough around the edges, he's young and strong. His blood might just help you last longer than two minutes at the strip club next time-maybe push it to a solid five or six minutes."

Black's words didn't sit well with Daniel; he felt insulted.

"Black, what's that supposed to mean? Stealing my blood to perform some voodoo transfusion on your buddy? You accuse me of having five-minute stamina? You do realize that with my blood, I could last for hours in a battle!"

Black exhaled incredulously,

"Country boy, you talk big for your age! Hours, really? Even in my prime, which was leaps and bounds stronger than your scrawny self could go for maybe an hour and a hatt, tops. And you're telling me you can go for hours?"

White, panicking as Black bantered with Daniel instead of searching for the antidote, urgently interjected, "Can you please find the antidote e

first? Your poison is burning me up, I feel like I'm dying! As for who'

tougher between you and the country boy, we can settle ta

you cure me. We can hit up a strip club, have a face-off with a few ladies, and find out once and for all!"

White wasn't having any of it; he was tired of always coming up short in their strip club competitions with Black.