“Sh*t! I will kill you, Dalton!”
Suddenly they heard a loud roar. The next second, a loud bang was heard, and the door was crushed into pieces!
Everyone looked at the doorway.
A man stood at the door, and his eyes were all red. In his hand was the Blood Drinking Sword.
It was none other than Darryl!
“Darryl—” Monica bit her lips as she cried.
‘Am I dreaming? He is here; he is here to save me,’ Monica thought.
“Who are you? Who let you in here?” Janette furrowed her brows as she looked at Darryl. “Leave now. You cannot be in this suite!”
She saw his cheap clothes and thought that he must be another drunkard.
Janette would never hesitate to kick all drunken men out of her bar.
She was about to chase Darryl away; she walked toward him.
Before she reached where Darryl stood, Janette felt that something was not right.
The man at the door held his fists tightly; he looked fierce.
She felt a shiver run down her spine; she could not even breath!
Darryl’s eyes were red, and his body trembled!
All he saw was the Cult Mistress tied up, and Dalton’ s dirty hand was on her face!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each step that Darryl took created a loud sound.
“What—what are you trying to do?” Janette felt scared; she started to walk backward. “The Secret Garden is not a place you want to provoke—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Darryl raised his hand and squeezed her neck as he lifted her!
“All of you must die today.”
Then, Darryl raised another hand and slapped Janette’s face!
Slap!