Chapter 289 Kneel Before Me

Dylan's eyes were wide with fury as he stared down Daniel, his voice commanding with malice.

"Country boy, are you not kneeling before me? I'm going to count to three, and if you don't kneel, I’ll

shoot your knees out from under you and make you kneel!"

As he spoke, Dylan pointed the gun downward, aiming at Daniel's knees, and started counting

backwards.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

He finished counting, but Daniel remained upright before him, seemingly fearless.

"You actually dare not to kneel? You think I won't shoot?"

Dylan roared in anger and pulled the trigger. But just as the bullet was about to exit the barrel,

Daniel stepped forward swiftly, grabbed the gun, and with a gentle twist, warped the metal barrel

into a knot.

"Bang!"

The deformed barrel caused the gun to backfire. The explosion mangled Dylan's hand, shredding

flesh and severing several fingers.

"Ah... AHHH..."

Dylan howled in agony, clutching his mangled hand.

"Country bastard, you dare to blow up my hand! I'm going to make sure you're dead today! Do you

know who my big brother is? My big brother is Good Hayes, the boss of the county police! I'm

calling him right now to come get you. He'll lock up every single person here; I'm going to make

sure you all end up behind bars!"

Dylan had been able to wreak havoc in River County for so long without consequence because he

had a powerful older brother. Good was in charge of River County's safety and one of the most

influential figures in the area. Thanks to his brother, Dylan could kill without fear of arrest.

The brothers were like gods in River County.

Emily panicked as she heard this. The last thing she wanted was to go to jail for this country punk.

With Good being the police boss and Dylan's brother, Daniel was definitely going to get arrested,

and if she didn't clear her involvement quickly, she might end up in trouble too.

"The Dylan, this country boy has nothing to do with us! He's the one who offended you, not our

family. My husband even knelt and apologized to you just now! The country boy here, he's not

related to our family; he's not even a friend. So, his actions can't be tied to us!"

"This country punk was helping Oliver – is he also not part of your family?" Dylan questioned.

His wound was hastily bandaged, and while the painkillers helped somewhat, pain still contorted his

face. He had already called Good, who was on his way. Dylan chose to stay and witness his brother

arresting Daniel and Oliver, instead of going to the hospital.

He planned to deal with the rest later, but in the meantime, his gaze shifted to Brittany. "That dame

looks pretty good. Bring her along too when my guys get here; I'm gonna have a good time with

her."