NovelAppChapter 749 A Real Man "Mr. Down, rest assured, I know what I'm doing. I'm not as foolish as you. I'll just teach you a lesson in how to be a real man. The most valuable quality of a real man is to admit defeat graciously!" Daniel said with an easy smile.
With a wave of his hand, he commanded the silver cat. "Give Mr. Down a slap first, help him cto his senses! Show him a little backbone in being a man!" The silver cat, upon receiving the order, approached Down with feline grace. Watching the silver cat draw nearer with each step, Down panicked. "Don't cany closer!" he shouted, retreating.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut the silver cat was unswayed by his protests. With a quick move, it slapped Down's face without extending its claws, avoiding injury but leaving Down's face swollen nheless. The force sent him flying.
He traced a beautiful arc through the air and, with a heavy thud, crashed into a large pine tree, groaning from the pain that felt like his body was falling apart.
"You threw him, so go fetch Mr. Down back," Daniel ordered the silver cat once more.
With a meow, the silver cat darted off like a bolt of lightning, reaching the writhing and groaning Down in a flash. "Get away! Get away from me!" Down screamed hysterically, shrinking back in fear.
The Spirit Cat didn't listen, picking Down up just like a big cat would carry a mouse. No matter how much Down struggled, he couldn't escape the cat's grip.
The silver cat carried Down right over to Daniel and dropped him to the ground with a thud. "Ah!" Down cried out from the pain, sounding quite pitiful.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter being mauled by the silver cat Down might have had a thousand reason's not to submit in his heart, but he dared not show it. He couldn't bear the pain any longer.
And so, Down gave in. Today, on Purple Gold Hill, he had no choice but to concede defeat. Once he left the hill, he vowed to kill the country bumpkin. No!
Killing him outright would be too easy for Daniel. Down wanted him tom suffer, to be stuck between life and death, desperate for either but attaining neither.
"Country boy, I admit defeat; I acknowledge you as my Bass! Down you any gritted through his teeth. X
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