“Hubby, stop. Let’s go.” Lily was anxious as she knew of Zachary’s reputation. If he was here, Darryl would be dead.
“Go? You think you can leave this place today with my Master here?” Jeremy laughed maniacally.
‘Master?’ Darryl thought.
“If your Master is here, I’ll beat him up as well,” Darryl replied.
“Who dares talk so boldly?” a man wearing a black Chinese jacket said as he appeared from the crowd-it was Zachary Hume.
Jeremy grabbed on to Zachary desperately, yelling, “ Master, master, help me!”
Zachary glared at Darryl. “How dare you beat my disciple up in public?”
He was livid as Jeremy was his favorite disciple.
Darryl took a deep breath and kicked Jeremy to the floor. “So what if I hit him?”
“You-! He’s my disciple!” Zachary yelled.
“So what if he’s your disciple?” Darryl asked slowly.
“You’re asking to die! You filth! It’s bad enough you joined a cult, but now you dare beat my disciple! I won’t forgive you! ” Zachary rushed forward.
“Hubby, run! ” Lily yelled, but Darryl was not afraid at all.
“Even till now, he’s still pretending. He deserves to be hit! ” Evelyn jeered.