The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 736 What Are You Doing?

White sat in place, focusing all his energy on healing because every second counted. Any delay could mean death.

With Black and White taken care of, the rest of the group could not really do much. Daniel cast a glance at Smart and then looked at Down, issuing a stern warning: "You two, you'd better stay in line! If you dare cause any trouble when it's dark and quiet, see how I deal with you!"

He shook the thick wooden stick in his hand and added, "Be careful, or I'll turn your backsides into a blooming flower!"

After cautioning them, Daniel turned to the two ladies with a grin. "Ladies, let's go to sleep inside the little cabin. With me by your side, even in the deep woods and wilderness, you won't feel cold at night."

"Get lost! Who needs your company? Step inside and I'll kick you straight into the lake, let you get a taste of the frosty water!" Beauty said with an air of annoyance.

"So, Beauty, you like me all wet, huh?"

"Get lost!"

...

The two ladies entered the cabin, and of course, Daniel did not follow. He stood guard at the door because, after all, he was a decent man.

A decent man ought to have a bit of chivalry, especially in the presence of the ladies.

In the silent, moonless night, Daniel slept soundly at the cabin door, even starting to snore.

Smart, who had not gone to sleep, crept up to Daniel with the same thick wooden stick that Daniel had used to whack Black.

Reaching behind Daniel, and after

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asleep, he raised the upheld stick, aiming squarely at the back of

Daniel's head. He swung hard, like a golfer going for a drive, attempting to knock Daniel out cold.

If this blow connected, it could potentially kill Daniel or, at the very least, knock him unconscious with a concussion.

Just as the wooden stick was about

to connect with the back of Daniel's head, he suddenly rolled away, evading the attack. Smart, thrown off balance by the missed swing, toppted to the ground with a thud. The wooden stick flew out of his grasp, clattering onto the ground.

"Ow! Ouch!"

Smart's cries were not for show; the fall genuinely hurt.

Daniel got up, looking at Smart sprawled on the ground, and asked cheerfully, "Hey, Retard, what exactly are you up to?"

"I... I wasn't doing anything!"

"Not doing anything? Then what are you doing here?"

"The ground was too slippery, I just slipped," Smart hurriedly explained.

Though his excuse sounded perfect, it couldn't conceal the panic in his eyes.

Daniel walked over, picked up the wooden stick from the ground, and returned to Smart. "This big wooden stick was in your hands, right? What were you planning with it? Were you going to knock me on the head? Did you want to kill me with a single hit?"