The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor

Chapter 123

As Dan glanced at the direction pointed by Mr. Meyer, his face twitched vigorously as though he was

having a severe stroke.

Realization dawned on Dan that this time, this lovely brother-in-law of his had provoked someone

whose feathers should not be ruffled at all!

A few days ago, he heaved a sigh of relief when he was informed that Young Master Clark brought his

competent marshal to annihilate Fane, but Young Master Clark then came back with an unsightly pallor

of his face. He roared that Marshal Dennis Howard was completely useless, while Marshal Dennis

initially claimed all too confidently that he would send Fane to the grave. They both hid in a room and

had a heated discussion. In the end, the marshal convinced Young Master Clark not to offend Fane at

all; the Clark family would be digging their own graves if they provoked him.

Dan was once again stupefied at this news.

He knew Fane was strong, but he did not expect even the marshal would not dare to touch a single

strand of his hair. It was very likely that Fane Woods was the King of War.

"Hi, Dan. What a small world!”

Fane chuckled and continued, "So, what are you going

to do?”

"What should we do? We're sending you to see the Grim Reaper, you b*stard! You haven't met my

brother. He was famous for wiping out hundreds of punks like you!" Mr. Meyer sneered in an arrogant

tone. "Hmph! You're good, I’ll admit! However, you're nothing but a worthless gnat in front of my

brother!" He continued with a brazen tone, and he got on his feet a few meters away from Fane when

the pain finally subsided for a little.

"You’re his brother?" Fane was taken aback, looking at Dan.

"No, he's merely my brother-in-law. He followed my sister to call me brother," Dan replied in a cold and

icy voice.

All of a sudden, he swung his palm onto Mr. Meyer’s cheek.

"Brother, why did you hit me? A-Aren't you hitting the wrong person? I'm your sister’s husband, your

brother-in-law! Shouldn't you beat him up instead?

Confusion clouded his head, and at the same time, he could feel the smack stinging his face. He let out

a startled gasp of pain.

"That's right. I'm hitting you!"

"You only know how to exploit the Clark family's name to get advantage on a daily basis and create

problems everywhere. Do you f*cking know who he i s? He's someone that even Young Master Clark

and I dare not touch! You... You clearly left your brain in your mother's womb!"

Dan turned away from Mr. Meyer. He was about to explode with rage at his idiocy.

"What? No way! He's someone even the Young Master Clark dare not offend?"

"Oh, my Lord. Someone so powerful and influential like Young Master Clark is afraid of angering Fane.

What more Mr. Meyer? This husband of Miss Selena, who the heck is he?"

Several employees who stood behind Selena whispered among themselves. They were completely

stunned at the situation tonight. Selena’s husband, Fane Woods, did not seem to be an ordinary

person.

"W—What? No, this can't be!"

At this moment, Mr. Meyer truly knew that he was playing with fire, and all of sudden, color drained

from his face. He looked ashen.

After mulling over his thoughts, Dan walked over to Fan and bowed slightly. "Mr. Woods, I apologize.

What happened today is all because I didn't manage my men well, and it caused trouble to you and

Mrs. Woods. I sincerely apologize and hope that you’ll spare my brother-in-law's life!"

Mr. Meyer was so scared that he threw himself to the ground after hearing Dan’s words. Would this

man really kill him just because of a small matter?

Fane thought for a while and replied, "Alright. I can spare his life, but I want his hand. He might not

learn his lesson if otherwise."

"Bring me the machetes!"

Dan bit his lips. He could not do anything but to follow Fane's order.

"Hold him down!"

He walked over to Mr. Meyer with a sharp shiny machete at hand, and he brought it up to mid-air.

"N-no! Brother, please don't! I'm the husband of your beloved sister!" Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Mr. Woods, please, I beg you! Please spare me! I won't do it anymore, I swear!"

Mr. Meyer was so frightened that he almost wetted his pants. He was pressed to the ground by Dan's

men as h e wailed for mercy.

Dan turned his head to observe Fane’s expressions. Nothing. Then, he gritted his teeth and swung the

machetes.