The Ultimate Husband: Chapter 111-130

 Chapter 111

“Say it again?” The sales assistant was furious. “Don’t you feel ashamed of yourself? If you can’t afford it, then don’t come to a high-end mall like this. Wearing cheap clothes like yours, you still have the guts to be here. What if you dirty the dress while trying it on? Even if you don’t dirty it, you would just leave without buying it. It’s a waste of my time!”  

“That’s right, the girl is right,” the rich-looking lady added. “Being a sales assistant isn’t an easy job. If you don’t plan to buy, then don’t try it on. There’s a departmental store; the clothes there would suit you better.”  

“Darryl, let’s just go,” Lily pulled at Darryl slightly, speaking softly.  

In fact, Lily was only teasing Darryl; she had no intention of getting him to buy the dress for her.  

Darryl signaled to Lily not to speak. Then he replied with a smile, “Not only do I want this dress, but for all the designs you have in your boutique, I want all of them, as long as they’re my wife’s size.”  

Right after he finished speaking, he tossed his bank card over.  

The shop assistant could not stop laughing as she grabbed the bank card. “Yes, sure! We just performed our stock count this afternoon. A total of eighty designs, one piece for each design; the total would be one million nine hundred eighty thousand bucks. If your bank card doesn’t have sufficient credit today, I’ll call the cops!”  

The shop assistant walked toward the cashier counter as she spoke. She had never seen a Platinum Corporation bank card before!  

Following that was the beep of a successful transaction. “What? The transaction went through?”  

One million nine hundred eighty thousand bucks, and the transaction went through successfully?  

Everyone was stunned.  

For a normal bank card, once it was swiped, a small receipt would be generated. But for Platinum Corporation bank cards, after swiped, the computer on the counter would display the available balance.  

However, due to the angle of the computer, only a few shop assistants could see it.  

“There... there is... five point eight billion.”  

The long string of zeros displayed stunned all the shop assistants, causing them to drop their jaws!  

“I am sorry, I am sorry, sir, sorry!” The shop assistant was busy apologizing with tears in her eyes. Even the boutique manager came to help pack more than one hundred pieces of clothing.  

“You don’t have to apologize,” Darryl said with a smile, pointing at another shop assistant. “All the commissions are to be awarded to her, and please send all the clothes to the Lyndon family's mansion.”  

After that, Darryl left, holding Lily’s hand.  

They left behind a group of people looking at each other in disbelief.  

“The Lyndon family? No wonder they are so rich!”  

“Why did you buy so many clothes?” Lily asked as they walked outside.  

Darryl smiled at her. “This is my first time buying clothes for my wife. My wife needs a new outfit every day.”  

“Childish,” Lily rolled her eyes, but she felt so sweet in her heart. “Oh yes, how did you get all that money? Don’t tell me it’s a loan from your friend again.”  

Two million bucks? Which friend would be so generous to Darryl?  

Just then, some noise came from not far away.  

Around the corner, there was a big crowd.  

Among them stood a beautiful figure, looking attractive. Was that not Yvonne Young?  

“President Young, what is she doing here?” Lily saw Yvonne too and couldn’t hold her curiosity. “Come, let’s go take a look!”  

When they managed to squeeze into the crowd, they saw an antique seller holding a rusted sword and talking away. “Let me tell you, this is my family treasure. It has been passed down for many generations. According to my grandpa, this is a treasure from the Han Dynasty. Look at the rust…”  

The people surrounding him laughed.  

“Even from the Han Dynasty? Stop bragging!”  

“Exactly, it’s a fake!”  

The antique seller’s face turned red. He started to argue with a few people.  

Darryl looked around. Not only was Yvonne there, but the owners of the nearby antique stores were also present, along with some businessmen that Darryl had never met; they looked like antique buyers too.  

At that moment, Yvonne saw Darryl and smiled, nodding.  

What a coincidence to meet at such a place! But Lily, who had never come out with him before, was right there.  

Darryl smiled back at Yvonne and turned his attention to the sword held by the antique seller.  

Oh, the carvings on the antique sword were really special. The remaining parts of the sword that were not wrapped in the metal cover shone deeply.  

That sword looked interesting.  

“Boss, how much for the sword?” After observing for a while, Darryl asked.  

The antique seller raised his hands. “Eight hundred thousand bucks, non-negotiable.”  

The antique seller’s eyes blinked suspiciously as he spoke.

Chapter 112

"Wow!"  

People surrounding them took a cold breath.  

"That's crazy!"  

"Eight million bucks? It’s daylight robbery!"  

"Hungry for money, are you? Everything in your stall combined wouldn’t be worth more than eight thousand."  

Everyone was commenting, and Yvonne along with the antique store owners were shaking their heads, smiling.  

Unexpectedly, someone came from behind.  

"Eight million? Fine, I’ll take it," Darryl said after a brief moment of thought.  

Wow!  

Chaos erupted at that moment.  

He was really buying it?  

Eight million for a broken, rusted sword? Was he out of his mind?  

The antique store owners shook their heads as well.  

They had been observing the antique seller’s sword for a while, and it was not even an antique item; it was just some broken metal.  

Yvonne was the only one who frowned slightly, deep in thought.  

Lily had no knowledge of antique items at all. However, seeing everyone’s reaction, she wanted to persuade Darryl against it.  

But knowing Darryl’s skills in antique appraisal, she decided to keep quiet. Humans could make mistakes once in a while; no matter how capable Darryl was, this was risky. It was obvious that the sword was a fake; it was covered in rust and wouldn’t be worth anything.  

"Look, this brother here appreciates this sword!" The antique seller was now the most excited person present. After Darryl made the payment, the seller handed him the sword and even gave him a thumbs up.  

Under everyone’s gaze, Darryl wrapped the sword in cloth.  

At that moment, Yvonne pointed at a green-based flower porcelain plate and asked lightly, "Boss, how much is this?"  

Darryl noticed that all the antique store owners paid full attention as soon as Yvonne asked the question.  

Yvonne and the antique store owners were not there for sight-seeing; they had heard that an antique seller at the Red Flag pedestrian walkway had a porcelain plate from the Song Dynasty. They were there to check it out.  

There were many strategies in the trade of antiques, including observing reactions and negotiation.  

Yvonne seized the opportunity when the seller had just sold an item, so she asked for the price.  

"Beautiful lady, you have good taste. When I bought this porcelain plate from my friend, he told me it was something good. If you like it, I can sell it to you for two million bucks," the antique seller replied with a big smile.  

Yvonne fell silent, not responding.  

The antique store owners began discussing among themselves.  

"Boss, do you know who this lady is? How dare you say a price of two million bucks?"  

"Exactly! I’ve been observing your porcelain plate for a while. The color looks nice, and the carving is unique, but it lacks the touch of ancient flavor."  

"Not bad, your plate looks like it’s from the Song Dynasty, but it’s a fake. The most it would be worth is a high-quality imitation."  

"It doesn’t value at two million bucks."  

Listening to all the remarks from the antique store owners, the seller replied coldly, "That’s the price for my item here; take it or leave it."  

The antique store owners shook their heads at what the seller said.  

Yvonne instantly lost interest in the item as well. The item was a fake; it would be fine if it was for five thousand bucks, but two million? Only an idiot would buy it.  

"Boss, let me take a look," Darryl said.  

Having just earned eight million from Darryl, the antique seller was truly grateful. He handed the porcelain plate to Darryl without hesitation.  

The rest of the antique store owners all looked at Darryl.  

Darryl held the porcelain plate in his hands and examined it thoroughly. He then knocked on the plate lightly and said, "For a porcelain plate like this, if it’s an imitation, the knocking sound will be muffled. This one has a crystal clear sound when tapped. Besides that, it looks new not because it was produced recently, but because the owner took good care of it and had some knowledge of antiques too. That’s why it appears as if it were newly made."  

After saying that, Darryl walked over and handed the porcelain plate to Yvonne, saying silently, "From my experience, this is not a fake; it’s definitely worth two million."  

Hearing Darryl's words, Lily panicked and said, "Darryl, please don’t say things you’re unsure of. President Young will be able to appraise if it’s genuine or fake. Don’t show off."

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Listening to Lily’s words, Yvonne smiled and said silently, "It's fine. I trust Darryl."  

Trust him?  

Three years into their marriage, she had never heard of Darryl having knowledge in antique appraisal.  

What she knew was that Darryl did all the washing and cooking at home, but apart from that, he was good for nothing. On the other hand, Yvonne Young's family had been in the antique business for generations. Why was she listening to Darryl?  

Meanwhile, Darryl looked at the porcelain plate again and said, "Look at the flower carving; it is thick and round. A normal kiln owned by commoners wouldn’t be able to produce this type of item; it must have been made in a royal kiln."  

Hearing about a royal kiln, everyone gasped in amazement.  

If that were true, the porcelain plate would be a treasure! The antique store owners sighed in regret.  

"Boss, I will take this porcelain plate for two million bucks," Yvonne said as she stepped forward in her stilettos, took out her cellphone, and wired the payment.  

Ding!  

The two million bucks wire transaction was successful.   

At that moment, everyone began to whisper. The Young family, being masters in antiques, were indeed a rich family, spending two million bucks in the blink of an eye.  

The antique seller was stunned, his eyes fixated on the porcelain plate, rolling them in disbelief as his heart felt complicated.  

Was the item really an antique from the Song Dynasty? If it was as Darryl said, then two million bucks for the porcelain plate would be a great loss for the seller!  

Thinking of that, the antique seller took back the porcelain plate and said, "You heard wrongly; it’s not two million bucks! How would I sell it for two million bucks?"  

Yvonne was not happy. "You just said it was for two million bucks, and I have already made the payment!"  

The antique seller smiled, "Beautiful lady, I meant two million bucks as the deposit. This porcelain plate’s price is fifteen million bucks. You made a deposit payment of two million bucks; you just need to pay me another thirteen million bucks."  

What?  

How could one trade like that?  

Yvonne was very upset when she heard that. "Boss, how can you behave like that?"  

Lily, standing beside her, couldn’t help but say, "Exactly! How can you trade like that? You have no reputation at all."  

At that time, everyone around felt the antique seller was in the wrong.  

"Yes! How can he go back on his word?"  

"You just offered to sell that for two million bucks, and it changed to fifteen million bucks in the blink of an eye?"  

Facing the crowd's comments, the antique seller gave a cold grin, looking at Yvonne. "It’s fifteen million bucks; take it or leave it."  

Yvonne bit her lips; she had never met such a person in her many years in the antique business.  

What mattered most in this trade was following the rules. The price should be final. Honestly, according to Darryl's appraisal, fifteen million bucks wasn't too expensive for the porcelain plate! However, the antique seller was too unscrupulous; she would rather give up than give in to him.  

Yvonne then said, "Fine then, I don’t want it anymore. Return the two million bucks to me."  

"Yes, refund!"  

"Refund! Refund!"  

Everyone began to shout.  

"Refund?" The antique seller laughed and shook his head. "Too bad; I have a rule in my trade. All transactions are non-refundable. Either you pay the whole sum of fifteen million, or you leave! The deposit is not refundable!"  

Everyone was furious upon hearing that!  

This was clearly a scam, ignoring the law.  

Yvonne was so furious. "How can you be like that? Why can’t I not buy it?"  

Yvonne had never faced such a type of person before, and she was trembling with anger.  

Darryl could not stand it anymore; he walked forward and grabbed the collar of the seller. "Are you going to refund or not?"  

"Oh, you want to fight? Try touching me," the antique seller replied coldly. "If you dare touch me, I will make sure you leave here lying down."  

It was clear he was implying he had some sort of backing.  

At that moment, sensing something was off, the crowd that had been supporting Yvonne fell silent.  

One person stepped forward and said, "Young man, do you know who you’re dealing with? She is Miss Young. If you try to pull a trick on her, you better beware of the consequences."  

"The Young family?" The antique seller grinned. "What about the Young family? My trade, my rules."  

"You!" Yvonne stomped her feet; that seller was despicable.  

One of Yvonne’s companions couldn’t take it anymore and pushed the antique seller.  

The antique seller stumbled back a few steps and became furious instantly. "You think you have a crowd and can decide not to pay after buying an item? Stay still and don’t go!" Speaking of that, the antique seller took out his cellphone and dialed a number.

Chapter 114

Once the call was connected, the antique seller put it on speaker mode.  

He was obviously trying to let others hear the conversation.  

"Hi, Brother Felix. It's me," the antique seller spoke into the phone, glancing at Darryl.  

Brother Felix?  

After hearing that, everyone around shivered. How many people named Felix were there in Donghai?  

Could it be...?  

Everyone wondered.  

At that moment, a deep voice came from the other end of the call. "What happened, Cousin Brother?"  

"Felix Blakely?"  

"Sh*t! This guy is the cousin of Felix Blakely?"  

Why would Felix Blakely—who had a net worth of a few billion bucks—have a cheating cousin? It was true. The voice on the other end belonged to Felix Blakely, the president of Black Tiger Real Estate, infamous in Donghai City. No one would dare to mess with him!  

Everyone looked worried, especially a few of the antique store owners. They didn’t dare to speak and gradually backed away, fearing trouble.  

Yvonne pursed her lips tightly. It seemed she was about to lose two million bucks that day.  

"President Young, let's just go," Lily whispered, her worry evident.  

Yvonne nodded, stepping on her stilettos to leave.  

She could not wait around for Felix to arrive.  

"No one is leaving this place today!" the antique seller yelled.  

"Cousin Brother," he continued, "I am selling some stuff here, and someone is trying to cause trouble." The antique seller pretended to be the victim.  

"What? Who has the guts to mess with you?" Felix shouted from the other end of the line upon hearing the seller's words.  

Speaking of his cousin brother, Felix had a lot of headaches about him. He was always up to no good, constantly finding trouble and getting into fights. Felix had to sort out his problems every time.  

He had only recently learned that reselling antique items could make him some money, so he took some cash from Felix and opened a small stall.  

Felix was somewhat relieved by that. At least he was doing something legal. Felix had planned to let him work at his company once he got rid of his bad habits.  

Felix was distraught upon hearing that someone was causing trouble for his cousin brother.  

Yvonne wanted to leave at that moment, but the seller stopped her, making her anxious. "Where are you?" Felix shouted angrily.  

"Cousin Brother, I am at—"  

The antique seller was about to share his location when Darryl suddenly stomped up to him and snatched the cellphone!  

"Felix Blakely," Darryl said coldly.  

"Who is this?" Felix interrogated.  

"Who do you think I am?"  

"Darryl? Brother Darryl?"  

Felix was stunned, unable to find the words to say.  

What? Felix Blakely called him Brother Darryl?  

Everyone around was in shock!  

Lily looked at Darryl, completely speechless.  

That man seemed so familiar to her, yet so strange! What else didn’t she know about him?  

"Felix, are you ignoring what’s right and wrong simply because of your position?" Darryl snickered. "You let your cousin brother act like a gangster, cheating people on the street?"  

On the other side of the line, Felix was disturbed and on the verge of tears.  

"Darryl... Brother Darryl. What... What happened?"  

Darryl was too lazy to respond. "Ask your cousin brother yourself," he scoffed.  

He tossed the cellphone back to the seller after he spoke. The seller caught it and glared at Darryl.  

"Brother Felix..." he trailed off.  

"Do not call me Brother! Bastard, what have you done? Are you looking for death, daring to insult everyone? I have spoiled you too much!" Felix yelled angrily.  

The antique seller shivered. His cousin brother had indeed spoiled him, getting him out of trouble every time. Felix had never been angry at him before, but now he was furious about this incident.  

The antique seller’s voice trembled as he recounted the entire ordeal to Felix.  

"Bastard, what have I taught you all this while?" Felix was seething with rage. "Don't you know? Even I have to respect Brother Darryl. You bastard, do you want me to break your legs? Apologize to Brother Darryl this instant and refund him the money!"  

Lily felt her legs shake, staring at Darryl without blinking.

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The antique seller was in shock and kept nodding his head. He didn’t dare to go against Felix's words.  

"Pass the phone to Brother Darryl!" he demanded.  

When the cellphone was handed to Darryl, Felix's voice trembled on the other end of the line.  

"Brother Darryl, it's my fault. I didn't control my people properly. I will come over now to apologize to Miss Young."  

"No, no need..." Yvonne spoke up, still stunned. How could she let Felix apologize to her?  

Darryl shook his head. "It's alright; you don't have to come here. Just make sure to control your people in the future. He was lucky it was just me today, or he would have been in big trouble."  

"Yes, sure, Brother Darryl. You are right," Felix replied.  

Darryl didn’t want to say more and went on to disconnect the call.  

The antique seller was about to cry. He kept bowing to Darryl.  

"I am sorry. Extremely sorry, Brother Darryl. If I had known you were friends with Brother Felix, I wouldn't have dared to do this."  

He then apologized to Yvonne and handed her the porcelain plate as he spoke.  

"Let's go, then," Darryl said, turning around to leave. A small stall in the corner caught his eye, displaying a pot of flowers.  

The flowers were exceptional. The petals were dainty, yet they blossomed beautifully. What was more remarkable was the leaves—half were light green, and the other half was dark green. At a glance, it looked like they were painted on.  

"What type of flower is this?" Darryl asked, intrigued.  

The seller handed Darryl the pot of flowers.  

"Brother Darryl, I picked these up from the hills by accident. I thought they were a rare breed, so I brought them home. After some research, I discovered they are called Bicolor Flowers. They are indeed a rare plant."  

Bicolor Flower?  

The name sounded familiar. Where had he seen it before?  

Darryl thought deeply. Yes, it was mentioned in the "Infinite Elixir" manual. The Bicolor Flower was an ingredient for producing many types of medications.  

In fact, the Bicolor Flower was a key ingredient in many medicinal concoctions.  

"How much will you sell this for?" Darryl asked.  

"Brother Darryl, you can decide. I do not dare to ask you for anything." The seller smiled. "Let me give this Bicolor Flower to you as a gift."  

Darryl accepted the offer, nodding while holding the pot of Bicolor Flowers, and walked out of the mall with Lily.  

"Darryl, what is your relationship with Felix?" Lily couldn't help but ask.  

Darryl smiled and replied casually, "Just a friend."  

Seeing that he was not willing to divulge more, Lily didn’t ask further. That man was tough for her to understand.  

During the past three years of marriage, everyone had deemed him useless. She thought the same too. Darryl had no friends. He used to go grocery shopping alone. Why did it seem that he had so many friends now? All of them were great people too.  

"It's almost dinner time. Why don't the three of you have dinner at my place?" Yvonne walked over in her stilettos. "Darryl has helped me a lot recently, so please come have dinner at my place."  

Before Darryl could reply, Lily smiled and said, "That'll be great. Darryl, let's go."  

The Young family was powerful and influential in Donghai City. Lily wanted to build a relationship with Yvonne, so it would be a great time to get to know her better.  

Since Lily had already agreed, Darryl couldn’t reject it.  

In his car, Darryl looked around. All three beautiful ladies—Lily, Yvonne, and Jade—were stunning in their own ways. On the road, many people couldn’t help but glance at their car.  

The month of August in Donghai City was hot during the day but cold at night. The temperature change was drastic. Darryl rolled up the window and sneezed.  

Sh*t, was he getting a cold? He was already a cultivator, and now he was catching a cold? Darryl sighed deeply.  

The Young family’s home was a traditional mansion located in the southern part of Donghai City. It was said that the building was from the Ming-Qing dynasty. The decor inside was traditional and elegant, matching the family's antique business.  

Once inside, Darryl was fascinated by the mansion's setting.  

The hall was located in the north, facing south. The view was unobstructed by any other buildings. The layout was reasonable, and the feng shui was great. Even though it was not treasured land, it was a prime piece of real estate.  

Although the Young family was in the antique business, there were no antique items in the house. Antique items could be possessed, so they should not be displayed. For example, a past emperor's antique items would not be displayed in a typical family home.  

Antique items used by women in the past held intense feminine energy. Hence, they were not suitable for display either.  

At home, Yvonne acted as the hostess. She went into the kitchen and started cooking.  

Lily and Jade helped her too. Soon, the three beautiful ladies were busy while chatting and laughing. Women always had plenty to talk about. The three of them giggled and chuckled as they cooked.  

Undeniably, all three of them were beautiful in their own way, with attractive figures.  

Based on their looks and qualities, Yvonne was cold and elegant, Lily was a knowledgeable beauty, and Jade was sexy and alluring.

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The sight of the three beautiful ladies gathered together was delightful.  

Darryl admired them for a while from the sofa.  

After some time, he grew bored and switched on the TV.  

Ah-choo!  

Ah-choo! Ah-choo!  

Darryl sneezed a few more times, and his nose began to run.  

"Damn it, I must've caught a cold," he muttered as he grabbed two pieces of tissue paper to wipe his nose. He tossed them aside on the coffee table and picked up the remote to browse through the channels. He searched for Donghai TV, but an explicit adult channel popped up instead after pressing a few buttons.  

"Damn it! What kind of TV is this? Why does it have such channels?"  

"Darryl, can I get you some drinks?"  

Yvonne walked in from the kitchen just as Darryl became engrossed in the accidental channel.  

Quickly, Darryl snapped out of it and tried to change the channel in a hurry. However, no matter what button he pressed, the channel wouldn’t change.  

"Damn it!"  

"Darryl, is everything alright?" Yvonne asked in confusion, flinching as she accidentally glanced at the TV screen.  

A deep flush appeared on her face instantly. "What... what show is this? Darryl... he..."  

"Ah!" Yvonne screamed.  

"No! Don't scream! I didn't... I didn't watch..."  

Damn it! He was helplessly caught in the act. How was he going to get out of this?  

Both Lily and Jade walked in after hearing Yvonne's shout. Once they entered, they saw the show playing on the TV. Not only that, but there were also two wads of tissue paper with green snot still in them.  

Suddenly, Lily and Jade exchanged glances, realizing what had happened.  

"No, ladies... This isn't what you think it is! I caught a cold..." Darryl protested, feeling furiously helpless.  

"Darryl, what is this?!" Lily scowled, stomping her foot and glaring at him.  

Yvonne and Jade were embarrassed and quickly turned to leave the room.  

Lily and Darryl were left alone. Lily's delicate face flushed red like a ripe cherry as she glared at him, scowling through gritted teeth.  

"Darryl, what... What were you doing? You... This is not your house! How could you... do this—"  

Lily struggled to find her words, too embarrassed to continue. Her face was filled with shame as she tried to restrain her anger. She looked charming even in her fury.  

Darryl stared blankly at her, admiring his wife.  

"You've misunderstood the situation. I haven't done anything wrong. Who would’ve thought the TV would show such a thing? Also, I think I may have caught a cold. The tissue..." he trailed off, feeling exasperated.  

Lily was not convinced. Her face was burning red as she scolded him, "Here you are, making things up! I shouldn’t have come here with you. How am I supposed to look President Young in the eye?"  

This was far too embarrassing. The more Lily thought about it, the more ashamed she felt.  

Darryl, feeling helplessly accused, yelled in defense, "Oh, darling. Forget it if you don't believe me, but I've caught a cold!"  

Darryl rushed into the toilet hastily after saying that, trying to avoid the impending disaster.  

"Huh? Are you going to the toilet to..."  

As she watched Darryl rush away, a disturbing image flashed in her mind, turning her face an even deeper shade of red. She stomped her feet in frustration and went back into the kitchen.  

Darryl pretended not to hear her. He tossed the tissues into the bin and washed his face with water.  

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Yvonne had just recovered from her embarrassment and walked over to open the door. Since they had company every day, she thought it was just another guest. However, when she opened the door, a group of well-built men dressed in black rushed into the house.  

The man leading them was Skyler Burr!  

"Tie up these three women!" Skyler growled in anger.  

In an instant, the men surrounded the three women, tying them up with ropes.  

"Darryl, show yourself!" Skyler roared as he kicked the toilet door open.

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Oh no! Skyler Burr was here!  

Darryl was in the middle of relieving himself when he heard a loud smack as the toilet door was kicked open.  

"Skyler Burr, are you mad? I'm the East King!" Darryl tried to pretend, not knowing what an East King even was.  

"Yeah, go on," Skyler snickered. "Keep pretending to be the East King. Today, I'll make you cry."  

By then, the three women had been tied up by the men and were being pushed into the living room. They were no ordinary men, but disciples of the Heaven Cult!  

Darryl was furious, but he knew he couldn't fight them alone. He took a deep breath to calm himself.  

A faint smile appeared on Skyler's lips. "Follow me," he hissed.  

With that, he walked into the bedroom, and Darryl had no choice but to follow him. Skyler wanted to talk to Darryl in private since he was the one who had stolen the "Ascension of the Nine Dragons" from the Grandmaster. He had kept the secret well, and his followers had no idea. After all, it was a death sentence for stealing the Grandmaster's secret manual. Skyler always stayed alert; he closed the door and looked at Darryl coldly.  

"Where's the secret manual?" Skyler asked, holding up his fist.  

"What secret manual?" Darryl feigned ignorance.  

Skyler's glare darkened.  

"Darryl Darby, don't you dare challenge my patience. I'll let you off the hook for pretending to be the East King, but I need the 'Ascension of the Nine Dragons' back. Otherwise, you'll regret it."  

After a slight pause, he continued, "You seem to care about the three women outside, don't you? I don't mind entertaining them before I kill you. I'll tell you what; the men who came with me haven't touched any women in quite a while."  

"Damn!" Darryl swore upon hearing that.  

"Fine, I'll return it to you," he sighed. "The manual isn't with me at the moment. It's somewhere else."  

"Do I look dumb enough to believe that?" Skyler warned, looking deadly serious.  

Darryl replied helplessly, "It's really not with me right now."  

"Alright, you have half an hour to hand me the manual. Or else, stay tuned for a livestream of my men having fun with the three women outside," Skyler threatened, his eyes flickering.  

Darryl shook his head helplessly. There was no other way out but to return the manual to him. Luckily, he had already learned and mastered all the teachings and techniques taught in the manual.  

When Skyler was about to open the door, a thumping sound echoed.  

Bam!  

Suddenly, the strongly built Skyler collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably. His face contorted in pain as he moaned.  

"Ah!" Skyler rolled around on the floor, suffering from the agony.  

"Damn, what just happened? He was fine just a moment ago."  

Skyler continued to roll on the floor, his body drenched in sweat. He never expected the toxin from the Heaven Cult Elixir to activate at that moment!  

All disciples of the Heaven Cult had to take this Elixir.  

"Alright, you have half an hour to hand me the manual. Or else, stay tuned for a livestream of my men having fun with the three women outside," Skyler repeated, his eyes flickering.  

Darryl shook his head helplessly. There was no other way out but to return the manual. Luckily, he had already mastered all the teachings in it.  

When Skyler was about to open the door, the thumping sound came again.  

Bam!  

Suddenly, the strong Skyler collapsed, convulsing uncontrollably on the ground. His face twisted in pain.  

"Ah!" Skyler moaned, rolling around on the floor, suffering greatly.  

Damn, what just happened? He was fine a moment ago.  

Skyler kept writhing on the floor, his body glistening with sweat. He never anticipated that the toxin from the Heaven Cult Elixir would activate now!  

All disciples of the Heaven Cult had to take this Elixir, refined by their Grandmaster. Once ingested, an antidote had to be taken annually; otherwise, the disciple would die from broken veins.  

However, only the Grandmaster possessed the antidote to the Elixir. Therefore, all disciples treated their Grandmaster with utmost respect and loyalty, as their lives depended on him. If they offended the Grandmaster, they wouldn’t receive the antidote and would ultimately die.  

Skyler was supposed to take his antidote today. He planned to visit the Grandmaster at the Altar to receive it, then secretly return the stolen manual to its original place. This way, no one would know it was ever stolen. Unfortunately, now that it was stolen by Darryl, his plan was ruined. Without an antidote, he had no choice but to wait for his impending death!  

As Skyler suffered, he glared at Darryl with murderous intent, filled with hatred. At the same time, Darryl observed him.  

"Skyler, looking at you, I'm guessing you must’ve taken the Heaven Cult Elixir, right?" Darryl speculated with a knowing smile.  

"What? How did he know about the Elixir?" Skyler trembled, looking at Darryl in wonder. He endured the pain and nodded.  

"So it is the Heaven Cult Elixir," Darryl mumbled to himself.  

When he read the "Infinite Elixir" manual, he remembered learning about the Heaven Cult Elixir. The symptoms of the toxin were precisely what Skyler was experiencing. However, the manual also detailed the antidote recipe, which was relatively simple. In fact, the Bicolor Flower he had earlier was the main ingredient.  

Darryl smiled proudly. "I can give you the antidote, but you'll have to promise me to let go of the three women outside."  

"What? This dude has the antidote? Impossible! The Heaven Cult Elixir and its antidote? These are secrets of the Grandmaster! Even the Grandmistress doesn’t know it. Where did he learn them?"  

"Okay, I promise! Save me, save me..." Skyler wailed.  

Skyler was struggling with immense pain. When the toxin broke out, it felt like a million ants were crawling in his veins, extremely uncomfortable. He would agree to anything Darryl said to save himself. Although the three women outside were tempting, nothing was more important than his life!  

"I'll ask you again. If I give you the antidote, will you let them go? You will keep your word, yes?" Darryl asked slowly and calmly.  

"I promise, please save me..." Skyler gasped, gritting his teeth as he spoke.  

"Alright, I'll trust you this time." With that, he walked to the stove and turned on the gas. He took out the Bicolor Flower and began refining the antidote.

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"You're lucky you met me today, or else you'd be dead in no time," Darryl scoffed as he put the Bicolor Flower into the clay pot. He began preparing the other ingredients.  

In addition to the Bicolor Flower, the antidote required rice vinegar and peony petals. Darryl left Skyler stupefied as he watched him work.  

Was he really refining the antidote right there? Did he know the recipe, or was he just pretending? The Heaven Cult Elixir's antidote... How could anyone other than the Grandmaster know about it?  

Questions flooded Skyler's mind. Finally, an elixir appeared in Darryl's hand. He was done!  

"Eat it," Darryl demanded, placing the pill in Skyler's mouth. Although Darryl seemed calm, he was nervous deep down. If the pill didn’t work and Skyler died, the disciples outside would assume he killed him. That would be mortifying.  

However, Darryl was overthinking it. In less than five minutes, Skyler's pale face returned to normal, and his body stopped twitching.  

Darryl sighed in relief. It seemed that the "Infinite Elixir" was real! He had successfully refined two elixirs, first the Godly Pill and now this antidote.  

"Thank you... thank you!" Skyler finally stood up, staggering.  

What happened next caught Darryl completely off guard.  

Skyler dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks.  

"Darryl... Oh no. Brother Darryl, please save my brothers. They all ingested the Elixir a day later than I did. Without the antidote, they will die tomorrow. Please, I beg you..." he sobbed.  

With that, he bowed his head to the ground three times.  

Darryl lowered his head to look at him and sighed.  

To be honest, the Heaven Cult didn’t make a good impression on him. It was known for its evil and violent disciples. Yet, as he looked at Skyler—who was begging on behalf of his brothers—he realized he was a man of his word. Even as a high-ranking Master, he went on his knees to plead for the lives of his brothers!  

Skyler's act moved Darryl, and he nodded.  

"Skyler, I'm very impressed by how you treat your brothers. However, to make this antidote, I’ll need an essential ingredient. It’s the Bicolor Flower that I used."  

Excitement filled Skyler's face.  

"Brother Darryl, this ingredient is not hard to find. I know a place with plenty of Bicolor Flowers! However, the place is dangerous, with many beasts lurking around. Don't worry; I'll ask my brothers to get them for you. I could bring you there with us if you'd prefer!"  

Darryl was thrilled! He knew that the Bicolor Flower was the critical ingredient in many recipes. If he could get a large number of flowers, he could refine other elixirs. To him, this was something meaningful.  

"I'll ask my brothers to pick the flowers right now!" Skyler beamed as he turned around, preparing to leave. After a few steps, he turned back again and bowed to Darryl.  

"Brother Darryl, I came here today looking for trouble, yet you saved my life. I salute your kindness! From today onwards, I will follow you and do whatever you instruct me to."  

With that, urgent sincerity glimmered in his eyes.  

"Brother Darryl," Skyler exclaimed, "Please be our Hall Master! I will hand over my position to you!"  

Huh?  

Join the Heaven Cult? Darryl was caught off guard, wanting to instinctively reject the offer. This cult was known for its violence, and he didn’t want to get involved with it, but he needed an excuse to decline.  

"You’re kidding me!" Darryl smiled bitterly. "How could you simply hand over your position? Didn't the Grandmaster appoint you?"  

"Brother Darryl, you're mistaken," Skyler shook his head. "In the Heaven Cult, only the Yin and Yang Messengers and the Four Guardian Kings are elected by the Grandmaster. As for the Hall Master, it is usually appointed by the brothers. We merely have to inform the Guardian King above us. The White Tiger governs the Hall in Donghai City. Once Brother Darryl agrees, I’ll report to the White Tiger right away. What do you say?"  

A glint of disappointment flashed on Skyler's face.  

"To Brother Darryl, we might come across as a cult; I won't be surprised if you don't want to be a part of us."  

Darryl waved his hand hastily. "No, you’re mistaken! I didn’t look down on you," he interjected. Following that, Darryl gritted his teeth and announced, "Fine, I promise you."  

He had no way to reject him. They were a bunch of sincere and honest men. He just couldn’t!  

"That's great news!" Skyler exclaimed, visibly pleased. He knelt on his knees. "Greetings to our Hall Master from your disciple, Skyler Burr."  

"Please get up," Darryl urged, helping him up.  

Damn it, what just happened? Have I become a Hall Master?  

Skyler was bursting with excitement beside him.  

"Brother Darryl, I'll inform the brothers to pick the Bicolor Flowers right away!" he exclaimed, hurrying out with the other men.  

In the living room, the three women who had been tied up sighed in relief as they watched the men leave. They had no idea what had transpired while Darryl and Skyler spoke in the bedroom.  

Darryl walked into the living room with a joyful smile, ready to untie them. His determination was strong; having three beautiful ladies in front of him was not tempting at all. They were even tied up.  

As he walked closer, their light fragrances grew stronger. Yvonne wore a long dress, gentle and elegant; Lily was in tight shorts, hot and sexy; and Jade wore a mini-skirt, her fair legs charming. Even the Heaven Cult disciples had a hard time containing themselves while looking at them.

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"Darryl, please untie us. Also, who were those people? What were they doing here?" Lily asked quietly.  

"Nothing much," Darryl shook his head. "I don't even know them. It was a misunderstanding; they came for the wrong person."  

He wouldn’t tell anyone about becoming the Hall Master, of course. After all, the Heaven Cult didn’t have a good reputation.  

While he was untying them, they heard the door open, followed by an outburst.  

"Darryl? What do you think you're doing?!"  

Looking in the direction of the door, Darryl saw Yvonne's father, Kingston Young. He stood by the door, his face darkened by horror and rage. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly.  

"Oh my lord! Oh my!" Kingston held onto his chest, panting heavily. He slammed his bag on the floor. "I know you youngsters are open-minded nowadays, but this is... just wrong! Oh my!"  

Kingston screamed, still breathing heavily. He had raised his children to be conservative, and now he was mortified by the sight of his usually obedient daughter involved in such activities!  

"It's all the father's fault. It's all my fault!" Kingston retreated a few steps, his eyes rolling back as he nearly fainted.  

"Uncle Young!" Darryl stopped untying the ladies immediately and rushed over to support Kingston from falling.  

"What is he going on about? This man is too stubborn," Darryl thought, amused yet helpless.  

At this moment, Yvonne, Lily, and Jade felt their cheeks burning, utterly embarrassed.  

However, that was not the worst of it. Kingston accidentally glanced at the used tissues on the coffee table and burst out uncontrollably.  

"Tissue! With white liquid in it!"  

"Darryl, you—!" Kingston's face turned pale, his lips trembling.  

It was his own precious daughter! How could he defile her purity? Yvonne was well-educated, attractive, and elegant, with countless suitors dreaming of getting to know her.  

What was so good about Darryl? As others had said, he was just a useless son-in-law!  

"Ah... Uncle Young, don't dwell on it too much! I've got to go!" Darryl rambled as he rushed to leave the house as quickly as possible.  

"Damn it! If I don’t run away now, when will I ever? If I don’t leave right now, who knows when this man will start making up stories?" he thought as he hurriedly picked up the scissors and untied the women. However, he was in such a rush that he accidentally touched Yvonne. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to feel the touch. Darryl grabbed Lily and Jade, escaping as if it were a disaster.  

After they left, Kingston slumped onto the sofa, grabbing his chest.  

"Dad, don’t be angry! You’ve misunderstood the situation," Yvonne rushed forward to explain.  

"Fine, why don't you tell me what happened?"  

"Well, a group of men suddenly barged in..."  

Yvonne described the situation from start to finish in a low voice, but she didn’t know what Darryl and Skyler were doing in the bedroom.  

"A group of men barged into our house, tied the three of you up? They didn't do anything and left?"  

After listening to Yvonne's account, Kingston sounded disappointed. "Yvonne, do you really think I’m an idiot? How could you make up such lies?"  

"Dad..."  

"Yvonne, listen to me. I know you youngsters are more open-minded these days and creative with things. But please keep in mind that you’re the heiress of the Young family. Also, Darryl has a wife." With that, he closed his eyes and shook his head. "Lily, too. How could she allow her husband to do such a thing?"  

Yvonne fell silent, ashamed and unjustly accused. There was no way to explain the situation to Kingston.  

"I really don’t understand." The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. "What’s so good about Darryl? Other than being able to appraise antiques, what else can he do?"  

Yvonne gave up defending herself. She stood by his side and listened quietly.  

"However, if you really like him, I can only respect your decision as your father under one condition. He must divorce Lily, and the other woman—Jade, was it?—he has to cut ties with her too. He must be loyal to you."

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"Dad, what are you talking about? When did I ever want to..." Yvonne stomped her feet, her face flushed.  

Although she outwardly said so, she couldn’t help but have images of Darryl floating in her mind. It was hard to know what Darryl was thinking. He always surprised everyone. According to people, he was pure trash—cowardly and useless. Yet the Darryl she knew was as mysterious as the ocean. With him, she felt safe.  

Strange... Why would she have such weird thoughts? She blushed.  

After leaving the house, Lily parked the car at the supermarket entrance.  

"Darryl, why don’t you send Jade home?" Lily asked. "I'll get some groceries to make you dinner tonight."  

'Make me dinner?!' Darryl thought in shock. For the past three years, it had always been him making dinner for them. He had never imagined Lily would be the one cooking for him.  

"Sure, sure!" Darryl nodded, driving away after seeing Lily enter the supermarket.  

The two of them remained in the car. Noticing that Jade had become awkward, Darryl laughed it off. "Don't be nervous. I don't bite."  

"No, I'm not nervous," she whispered, placing her hands between her thighs awkwardly. He didn’t bite, but she was still afraid of him.  

The other night at the Moonlit River, she had seen—with her own eyes—Samson Facey, Harry's godfather, bowing down to Darryl. Today, he even scolded Felix Blakely over the phone.  

Jade regretted having disdained Darryl in the past by making him do her laundry. Who would have known that he had such patience?  

"I know you're Lily's best friend," Darryl spoke. "Since the start of our marriage, I know you treat her well with your whole heart. You always think of her whenever there's something good. Look, I'd like to share some good news with you."  

Darryl glanced at her. "I'm about to start a real estate company," he continued. "I'd like to hire you as the chairman."  

"R-really?" A happy and excited grin formed on Jade's face.  

Darryl smiled and nodded in return.  

He had done his research. Currently, the two best industries to invest in were the entertainment industry and real estate. In the next ten years, these industries were expected to see stable growth. Since consumers nowadays would spend all their money on their idols, the entertainment industry had potential. But he already owned Platinum Corporation, with its successful shows featuring famous superstars. Therefore, it was time to invest in real estate.  

Darryl knew that Felix Blakely was doing quite well with his real estate business. Since Felix wanted to develop his business outside the province, Darryl didn’t want to create any further conflict. He knew that some land beside Donghai City was set to be used for underground stations. Once Darryl established the real estate company, he would buy the land before construction began. He would make a good profit while they built the underground stations.  

To establish a real estate company, Darryl needed a trusted chairman. Although Jade was a woman, she had experience working in real estate and was currently employed at an interior design company. Therefore, she was more than qualified to be the chairman.  

"Your salary will be five times higher than the usual market rate," Darryl said as he waved his hand.  

Jade was shocked. Five times higher?  

"Thank you! Thank you, Daddy Darryl!" Jade exclaimed with joy. All she wanted to do was give a kiss to this man she called her 'Daddy' after offering her such a fantastic job.  

"No problem. I do have one condition," Darryl interrupted. "I'm paying extra because you're always with Lily. From now on, if Lily faces any problems, you’ll update me immediately."  

"Your daughter promises to complete her mission!" Jade gushed cheekily.

Chapter 121

August noon, brilliant weather. However, the atmosphere at the Darby Mansion was extremely gloomy.  

The clan gathered in the main hall, glancing at Jackson and Rebecca with grim expressions.  

"Jackson, have you thought this through?" Drake asked.  

"Yes, Dad," Jackson nodded. "I have. I fully support Rebecca's decision to have the baby." He looked at Rebecca's belly.  

Indeed, she was pregnant. However, she and Jackson had not consummated their marriage.  

Ever since the wedding where Rebecca was raped, Jackson had given her space to heal from the trauma.  

After all, it was distressing for her. However, Jackson did not foresee that Rebecca would get pregnant. One does not need to guess who the father was.  

The news of Rebecca's pregnancy spread throughout the entire Darby clan barely within a day.  

"Jackson, you're crazy!"  

"Yeah, this kid isn't yours. Why are you keeping it?"  

"Darryl raped your wife, yet you still want to keep his child?"  

Everyone in the family was yelling in indignation. Jackson clenched his fist tightly.  

SLAM!  

Yumi hit the table. She stood up and said, "Jackson, have you gone mad? Darryl, that filthy animal, has humiliated us all by doing such a degrading thing. Now, if you and Rebecca had the baby—and the world knew of this—it would reflect badly on us! We will live in shame!"  

"Yes, Jackson. You have to think this through," Florian chimed in, looking exasperated. If they had carried out a DNA test, he would be busted. He had to stop this no matter what!  

Yumi felt the same. If everyone knew the truth, Florian would be done for. He wouldn’t be able to live in peace for the rest of his life.  

"Big brother, Sister-in-law. We've decided to keep the baby. Don't try to persuade me otherwise," Jackson shook his head.  

"Rebecca! Jackson's mad, but why are you following in his lead? You should persuade him! You're pregnant with that bastard Darryl's child!" Yumi cried in distress.  

Rebecca bit her lip, then she said, "Sister-in-law, please do not worry. I have discussed it with Jackson. No matter what, the child did nothing wrong. It is a precious life. Furthermore, he is a Darby..." Rebecca lowered her head.  

The rest of the Darby clan started berating Darryl.  

"Darryl, that filthy animal! Why does Jackson have to bear the burden?"  

"Darryl and his family deserve to burn in hell!"  

Meanwhile, at Platinum Corporation: The President's Office,  

Darryl instructed Pearl to register a new real estate company. He even thought of the name: Windon Real Estate. Though it wasn't very elegant, it was easy to remember.  

As Pearl left, Darryl could not wait any longer. He fished out the ancient sword. Though it was something he got from a random stall, he felt good about it. The blade was exceptionally rusted and needed to be cleaned.  

Darryl headed towards the washroom. He found a steel-ball scrub and turned on the tap, starting to scrub the sword.  

It was all in vain. The rust could not be scrubbed off.  

"What’s happening?" He used all his strength to clean it, but the sword remained rusty.  

He was about to give up—thinking the sword was worthless—when he accidentally cut himself.  

"F*ck!" Darryl swore.  

How is the sword still so sharp, even though it’s rusted?  

His blood dripped onto the sword.  

Instantly, the blood was absorbed by the sword. It started to glow with a blood-red hue.  

KA-CHA!  

The rust was all gone. The sword finally revealed its true form.

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The sword was blood-red, featuring a realistic dragon carved onto it. It measured about three feet and two inches long. The words "Blood Drinking Sword" were engraved on the other side of the blade.  

What was happening?  

Darryl could barely react when a buzzing, mysterious voice entered his head.  

"The Blood Drinking Sword has acknowledged its master. Current level: Category Red, Level One."  

"Wow! Even weapons have their own levels? Category Red, Level One must be strong!" Darryl thought excitedly.  

He took out his phone and dialed Megan. Megan was a Senior Sister in the Emei sect, so she had to know more than he did.  

The moment the phone call connected, Darryl asked, "Officer Castello, do weapons have different levels?"  

They hadn’t contacted each other in many days, yet this was the first question he asked?  

Megan nodded. "Yes, they do," she replied. "Did you acquire one recently?"  

"A sword," Darryl laughed. "It was recent. It felt odd, so I called you for advice. How are the levels categorized?"  

"Why should I tell you?" she chuckled.  

Uh.  

Megan continued, "Call me 'my good sister,' and I'll tell you then."  

This woman was so vengeful! Previously, when they were kidnapped at the Grandmaster Heaven Cult, he had made her call him "my good brother." Clearly, she hadn’t forgotten that.  

Darryl was flabbergasted, unable to find the words.  

"How about I treat you to a meal?" he offered.  

"Not interested. You either call me 'my good sister,' or I'll hang up the phone," she replied firmly.  

This woman! Even though Darryl was embarrassed to call her that, his curiosity overtook his pride as he observed the sword in his hands.  

"My good sister," he sighed quietly.  

"I can't hear you!" Megan giggled. "Louder!"  

"My good sister!" Darryl exclaimed in defeat.  

"That’s more like it. Seeing how sincere you were, I’ll divulge this to you. Cultivator weapons can be categorized into seven categories according to the colors of the rainbow. In ascending order, the categories are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. Each category has five levels."  

So, this sword is at the lowest level? Bloody hell, Darryl thought to himself sullenly.  

"Even though it might be Category Red, Level One, it is still stronger than any ordinary weapon," Megan continued. "Some weapons have unique hidden skills. Why don’t you bring it over and let me have a look?"  

"Sure," he agreed. "Where are you?"  

"I’m at the bank. I’ll meet you here," she confirmed.  

At the bank entrance, Darryl decided to leave his sword in the car to avoid drawing attention.  

Inside, there was a queue. Megan mentioned she was handling special business, so Darryl headed over to the VIP section.  

A woman in uniform named Sharon Todd stopped him dead in his tracks, questioning him with a professional smile. "Sir, may I help you?"  

"I'm looking for a friend," he grinned in return. "She's handling some business inside."  

Business? With such ordinary clothes, Darryl looked like a typical white-collar salaryman. How could he enter the VIP section?  

The woman denied Darryl entry with the same smile, but her eyes dimmed. "I'm sorry, this is the VIP section—not everyone is allowed in. If you're looking for someone, please wait in the main lobby."  

Darryl was stunned. He shook his head and replied, "Then, I'll make a deposit."  

The woman maintained her smile, but her tone became impatient. "You can do that in the main lobby. There are automated machines there too. We do not serve regular customers in the VIP section."  

'If you want to make any transactions in the VIP section, you need to at least have a million bucks. I doubt this man even has a hundred thousand bucks,' Sharon thought to herself.  

"Alright, then. I'll make a withdrawal," Darryl said calmly.  

"Sir, I've told you," she sighed haughtily. "It doesn't matter if you make a deposit or a withdrawal. You can do it in the main lobby. You can even use the automated machines."  

'What’s with this man? Is he mentally ill?' Sharon complained to herself. 'He's clearly here to cause trouble! Can’t he see himself in the mirror? Standing in front of the VIP section will tarnish our bank's image!'  

She was extremely impatient. Facing tons of people like him daily—who had nothing better to do—was such a waste of time.

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Darryl shook his head. "Bloody hell, am I not wearing a good set of clothes? I just bought them! Why do people keep looking down on me?" Even though he got them from a street vendor, they were cheap and comfortable!  

"Fine, I won't go in," Darryl exclaimed, accepting defeat. He couldn't be bothered to start an argument with her.  

He was about to call Megan to let her know he would be at the entrance when Sharon stomped over to him in her high heels.  

"If you want to make a phone call, do it outside! Don't disturb our VIPs," she ordered.  

"I can't even make a call?" Darryl was dumbfounded.  

"No!" she shrieked, pointing toward the main entrance. "The VIP entrance is not for you to loiter around. Make your call outside."  

A security guard approached. "Sir, this is the VIP section," he frowned. "Please don't linger around here. You'll disturb the others."  

The other customers began to notice the commotion.  

"Who is this poor, broke dude trying to enter the VIP section?"  

"He must be trying to skip the queue!"  

"Look, isn't that the Lyndon family's live-in son-in-law?" someone piped up suddenly.  

"Haha! It's true!"  

Sharon became even bossier toward Darryl after hearing their comments. 'So, he's just a good-for-nothing, toyboy live-in son-in-law. He's not even an honest white-collar salaryman,' she thought.  

"Guard, please escort him out," she ordered, pointing at Darryl.  

"I just want to make a withdrawal in the VIP section," he sighed.  

'Is this man mentally ill?'  

"How much do you want to withdraw?" she sneered. "Ten thousand? Or twenty? In the main lobby, you can withdraw up to fifty thousand bucks per day. I'm sure that's more than enough for you. In the VIP section, we only allow transactions of a million bucks or more."  

"Fine, I'll withdraw five million bucks. In cash," Darryl demanded, taking out his card and shoving it into Sharon's hand.  

Everyone heard him loud and clear.  

"Haha! No way! Does he want to withdraw five million?"  

"I guess he was so mistreated by the Lyndon family that he must've gone insane!"  

The crowd started jeering.  

Meanwhile, Sharon was trembling—her legs feeling like jelly. The card... was it an Amethyst Bank Black card?  

At that moment, the bank manager, Lee, walked out. He glanced at the card in Sharon's hands and was scared half to death. It was a Black card! There were only three cards issued in the entire Donghai City!  

"Sir, I'm the manager of this bank. Allow me to serve you," he smiled politely.  

Everyone else was confused. Why was the bank manager treating Darryl so courteously? They had no concept of the Black Card.  

"No wonder he’s the bank manager—he has a high EQ. He handles situations like this well," they thought.  

Lee took the card from Sharon's trembling hands. The most exclusive card he had ever seen was a platinum card. He had never encountered a Black Card!  

This person cannot be offended—not even the leader of the main branch can afford to!  

Lee stared at Sharon, hinting for her to step back.  

Sharon was stunned, quivering with fear. She was done for, having offended a customer with a Black Card.  

"There's no need for you to be involved. I only want to withdraw some cash. Get her to do it," Darryl replied, glaring at Sharon.  

Lee nodded, frowning at her as he ordered, "What are you standing there for? Go!" Sharon obeyed, immediately rushing to the counter.  

Darryl took a seat on the sofa as Lee immediately served him a cup of tea. The change in demeanor was jarring.  

The onlookers were stunned. Darryl ignored them and enjoyed his cup of tea.  

Not long after, Sharon appeared with two suitcases stuffed to the brim with cash.

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Everyone was stunned to see the two suitcases filled with cash.  

"Sir, this is five million," Sharon approached Darryl cautiously. She was extremely polite and didn’t dare to look him in the eye.  

"Now deposit them and take one thousand out," Darryl replied flatly.  

He didn’t need that much cash; one thousand was enough for him. Sharon didn’t dare disobey. She quickly went to handle it and returned shortly with one thousand.  

Megan appeared at the same time. "Darryl, you're only withdrawing one thousand. Why are you in the VIP section?" she asked, confused.  

Were VIP sections open to the public now? It used to be restricted to transactions worth more than a million. Were banks getting more lenient in their guidelines?  

Megan wasn't in her uniform today. She wore a white shirt with a body-hugging skirt and looked extremely attractive, causing onlookers to gawk at her.  

"This bank has excellent customer service; they treat me like a VIP even though I only withdrew a thousand bucks," replied Darryl.  

He added, "Unlike some people who look down on me for having no money—your fiancé, for instance. He thinks he can look down on others just because he has money."  

Megan frowned and defended, "Darryl, Kent is actually—"  

"RUN!" someone screamed suddenly.  

A few masked men burst into the bank.  

"What are you doing?" yelled the security guard. One of the men hit the guard with a club, knocking him out.  

There was an uproar among the crowd in the bank.  

"Everyone squat on the floor and put your phones down!" the leader screamed. He wore a camouflage tank top, had tattoos on his arms, and held a gun—he was terrifying.  

The crowd fearfully obeyed.  

Megan clenched her fists. As a police officer, she couldn’t stand to watch this situation unfold. However, she was outnumbered. There were a dozen men, and she couldn’t be reckless. So she bit her lip and put her phone on the ground.  

"These people are the maggots of society!" Megan was furious.  

"Should we stop them?" Darryl offered with a smile.  

"Are you crazy? Do you want to die? I recognize a few of them; they're all wanted criminals. A bunch of filthy animals!" Megan replied with an intense stare.  

Darryl shrugged. It seemed that Megan wasn't stupid after all. He half feared she might suddenly stand up and try to arrest them.  

The men were experienced—two were guarding the entrance while the rest ordered the tellers to fill bags with cash that had no serial numbers. They clearly had done this before. Knowing that getting cash without serial numbers meant the police wouldn’t be able to track them down.  

"B*tch! Are you trying to get yourself killed?" the leader screamed at a lady before she could ring the alarm. He pointed the gun at her threateningly.  

"I'm so...sorry, please don't kill me," the lady trembled with fear, begging for her life.  

"F*ck you! You think I'm joking? How dare you try to ring the alarm!" the leader sneered.  

The bank was dead silent; no one dared to move a muscle.  

The leader pointed the gun at the lady's head, ignoring her pleas. Everyone thought she was going to die. These men were bold enough to rob a bank; who was to say they wouldn’t commit murder as well?  

He was about to pull the trigger when Megan intervened.  

"How dare you rob a bank in daylight!" she stomped her heels and approached them.  

"F*CK, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Darryl whispered loudly.  

He was flabbergasted. There was a saying that goes, "Women with big breasts have no brains"—she clearly had none! Why was she being so reckless?

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The men were taken aback by Megan's sudden defiance. They stared at her, noticing her high heels, white shirt, and tight-fitting skirt, which made her look as stunning as a movie star. 

"I'm a cop! Drop your weapons!" Megan ordered firmly.

A cop? 

The robbers’ expressions darkened. They exchanged looks and began to encircle her. 

Darryl's head throbbed in disbelief. This woman had no weapon, yet she was trying to confront these criminals? He slapped his forehead and quietly moved closer.

"Brothers, tie her up!" the leader barked, seeing an unexpected opportunity. She was too attractive to pass up.

The men grinned wickedly and approached Megan with ropes.

"This woman is such a headache," Darryl thought with a sigh. He quickly rushed forward.

"Megan, keep an eye on everyone else. I'll handle the robbers!" Darryl shouted. He swung his fist at the nearest robber, sending the man flying before he even had a chance to react. The robber crashed to the floor unconscious.

What just happened? One punch had knocked the man out! Wasn’t Darryl supposed to be a useless live-in son-in-law? How was he this strong? What was his true background?

The entire room was stunned into silence.

The remaining robbers hesitated, unsure if they should attack. One of them nervously said, "Boss, this guy’s tough."

The leader cursed angrily, "Who cares? He's just one man! Kill him! We don’t have time to waste!"

Their original plan had been to complete the robbery in less than five minutes, but now everything was taking too long. If the police arrived, they would be trapped.

The robbers obeyed and charged at Darryl.

Darryl remained calm, smiling slightly. After years of cultivating his internal energy and mastering Wing Chun, he wasn’t afraid of them. He took a step back, then kicked one of the robbers, who fell to the ground in agony. Without waiting for the others to react, Darryl threw two more punches. Each punch dropped a man.

He barely broke a sweat.

In less than a minute, all the robbers were sprawled on the floor, groaning in pain.

The leader was in shock. "How did one person defeat all my men?" he thought, bewildered. His men were tough—they could easily overpower street gangs—but Darryl had taken them down effortlessly.

The leader grew desperate. He hadn’t wanted to use his gun, but now he had no choice. He aimed the gun at Darryl, shouting, "You’re dead meat!"

"Watch out!" Megan screamed. She knew Darryl could easily dodge the bullet from that distance.

Darryl knew it too. But just then, he saw a young girl cowering behind him. If he dodged the bullet, she would be hit.

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To dodge or not to dodge—that was the question! In a split second, Darryl made his decision. 

As Megan yelled, she noticed the young girl hiding behind Darryl. Suddenly, her heart raced. He was willing to take a bullet for someone considered irrelevant. Megan looked at Darryl with confusion.

Thoughts swirled in her mind as the man in camouflage pulled the trigger.

Bang!

With a deafening noise, Darryl’s body was thrown backward, and blood sprayed from his left shoulder. 

Darryl inhaled sharply as pain shot through him, but he clenched his teeth to stifle any sounds of discomfort. He staggered back a few steps, his gaze locked on the camouflaged man, and managed to crack a smile. "Your aim isn’t very good."

As he spoke, Darryl ripped a piece of cloth from his shirt and quickly wrapped it around his wound.

The bank lobby fell silent. 

The onlookers, lying on the ground, stared in shock, mouths agape and eyes wide. The robbers Darryl had just defeated were equally speechless. 

What the hell? Did he just get shot and still manage to talk and laugh?

"You!" Megan shouted, her voice filled with anxiety. She desperately wanted Darryl to be quiet; it wasn’t the right time to provoke the robbers! 

Darryl was in so much pain that he had to fight to keep it hidden. 

Since taking the Universal Pill and becoming a cultivator, his physical endurance had greatly improved compared to ordinary people. While he bantered with the camouflaged man, he had stealthily grabbed a gold bar from the bank counter. Customers often bought gold and silver bars as a form of investment.

Darryl tossed the gold bar, which struck the camouflaged man’s hand, knocking the gun from his grasp.

"You..." 

The camouflaged man was taken aback and panicked. He quickly grabbed the little girl and held her in front of him, pressing a dagger to her neck.

"Back off! Don't come any closer!" the camouflaged man roared, his eyes wild with rage. 

The little girl cried out in terror, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was only four or five years old and had never faced such horror before. She was utterly frightened.

Darryl cursed under his breath, ready to rush to the girl’s aid. 

That crazy bastard! How could he take such a young girl hostage? Even if they managed to save her, the incident would haunt her forever!

"Don't move or I’ll kill her! Step back! I said step back, you bastard!" the camouflaged man shouted, pressing the dagger harder against the girl’s neck.

Time seemed to freeze as everyone held their breath, hearts pounding in their chests. Everyone except the robbers.

They never expected their leader to be so ruthless, holding a little girl hostage. 

Darryl stood frozen, fists clenched tightly.

"Hey, tough guy, aren’t you so strong? Aren’t you a good fighter? Why are you scared now?" the camouflaged man mocked coldly, glancing at Megan. "And you! One step closer and you’ll regret it!"

The camouflaged man laughed menacingly.

"Quick! Load the money into the van and let’s go!" 

The burly men grabbed the cash and hurried out, while the camouflaged man continued to hold the little girl tightly, his eyes fixed on Darryl.

Once outside, the group climbed into a van and sped off toward the outskirts of the city.

As soon as the robbers left, everyone in the lobby breathed a sigh of relief.

Megan wasted no time and ran after the robbers in her high heels. Before reaching the door, she turned back and rushed to Darryl. "Darryl, can you... can you drive me to catch up with them?"

"What?" 

Darryl was confused, his shoulder still bleeding heavily.

"You should call the police. It’s not safe for the two of us to go after them," he advised. 

He was desperate to save the little girl, but the situation was more complicated than it seemed. They needed to be smart and avoid putting themselves in danger.

"No, we have to follow them!" Megan insisted, her urgency growing. "Otherwise, we might lose track of them. Their hideouts are hard to find, and the little girl might not survive until we get help! They don’t value her life! Darryl, please come with me!"

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The robbers' van sped toward the outskirts. One by one, the robbers in the van removed the black cloth covering their faces. Their eyes lit up with excitement as they caught sight of the large bags of money in the back. 

"We have a problem, Brother Walter. The brat and the policewoman are right behind us!" one robber shouted in panic after glancing back and noticing the car tailing them. 

The others quickly turned to look, their expressions shifting drastically. They had been so many inside the bank, yet they couldn’t subdue Darryl. Instead, he had fought back successfully. To make matters worse, he appeared to be perfectly fine despite taking a shot from Brother Walter! 

"What’s going on? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a kid like him! Drive up the mountain. The signal is poor there. Even if they call the police, they won't be able to find us," the camouflaged man, known as Lance Walter, commanded angrily. Although he tried to sound confident, anxiety and rage flickered in his eyes.

Lance Walter was a notorious criminal who had committed numerous crimes. He had fled to Donghai City with hopes of striking it rich, but his luck had turned sour with the emergence of Darryl, a formidable obstacle. Luckily, despite the chaos, he had gotten his hands on the money. Additionally, with a little girl as a hostage, he felt secure, knowing the other party wouldn’t dare to act recklessly. He thought he might even enjoy the situation further. A grin spread across his face at the thought of the sweet possibilities ahead. 

In the Audi R8 trailing the van, Megan urged, "Darryl, drive faster and find a way to stop them!"

Darryl offered a faint smile. "Don't worry, they will stop when they reach the mountain."

The group of robbers was heading toward the barren mountain north of Donghai City, where Darryl had previously encountered tomb raiders. He remembered clearly that the mountain had not been developed; the paved road ended halfway up, forcing the van to stop once it reached the end. 

Darryl was confident his sports car could easily outpace the van. He didn’t want to stop the van abruptly, which could cause a collision and damage his car. While both he and Megan were cultivators capable of surviving a crash, the little girl in the van could get hurt from the impact.

Even if they didn’t intercept the robbers, the criminals wouldn’t harm the little girl; she was their safety net until they could escape.

Megan, however, could hardly remain calm. All she wanted was to rescue the hostage quickly and subdue the robbers. After all, it was her duty as a policewoman.

Just as she was about to urge Darryl again, she turned her head and saw blood soaking his shoulder. She softened, biting her lip. "Is your wound okay?"

She felt embarrassed for not realizing he was injured. 

Why had she forgotten that he was hurt while focusing on the robbers?

He had been injured saving a female student, someone he didn't even know.

"It's okay," Darryl replied, forcing a smile and trying to act casual.

The two cars climbed the mountain one after the other until they reached the end of the road. 

The robbers got out, still holding the little girl. 

Megan immediately opened her car door and stepped out in her high heels. 

Darryl glanced in the back seat, concealing the Blood Drinking Sword within his clothing. Although the sword was not very powerful, it was still a weapon.

"You two are such a nuisance. You just won’t give up, will you? If you take another step forward, I’ll kill her!" Lance warned, his eyes flashing with anger as he raised his dagger and held the little girl in front of him. 

The little girl looked terrified, her face pale but silent. 

Lance screamed as he scanned the area, realizing they were surrounded by a vast forest. 

It was thanks to the man and woman that they had been forced to this desolate mountain. Otherwise, he and his crew would have successfully left Donghai City, happily splitting the money. 

"Hurry up and drop your weapons. Let the child go. You still have a chance to turn your life around. Don’t dig your own graves," Megan urged sternly.

Lance chuckled coldly. "Stop talking nonsense. I’m not afraid of you, police. I wouldn’t have done this if I were!"

Megan’s body trembled at his words. 

There were always such lowlifes in society, causing chaos wherever they went. 

Darryl's expression darkened. He stepped forward, glaring at Lance. "You use a child as a shield and claim you’re not afraid of the police? As a man, how can you even say that?"

"What the hell are you suggesting?" Lance snapped, his anger rising. He had a murderous look in his eyes.

For over a year, he had committed more than a dozen heinous crimes with his gang. Everything had gone smoothly under his leadership. In the eyes of his members, he was a perfect planner and a respected older brother.

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Lance was furious, humiliated by Darryl's words and the calm, young man approaching him.

"What? Am I wrong? If you have any shred of humanity left, let the child go," Darryl continued with an unwavering tone, walking steadily toward the robbers.

"Motherf*cker! Stop it! Stop right there!" Lance roared, his hatred seething as he clutched the little girl tightly.

Megan stood tense, watching the situation unfold with dread. What is Darryl doing? she wondered, heart pounding. Was he really trying to provoke Lance? What if this reckless move made the robber panic and hurt the child?

Darryl smiled faintly, ignoring Lance’s threats. "To be honest, I admire your courage. You robbed a bank with just a few members. But using a little girl as a hostage? That’s low. Your goal is to escape, right? How about this—you take me instead and release the girl."

Lance’s face twisted with rage, his eyes burning with fury. Darryl’s calm demeanor was pushing him to the edge, but the young man wasn’t backing down.

"You hate me, don’t you?" Darryl continued, his voice steady. "This little girl is innocent. You have no reason to harm her."

Lance’s fists clenched, his knuckles turning white as he growled, "Good... good... You want to be a hero, huh? Think you're awesome? Fine! You come over slowly, no tricks!"

Darryl raised his arms, showing that he was unarmed, and approached Lance step by step. 

"Darryl!" Megan called out, her voice filled with worry. 

He had already taken a bullet for a stranger earlier that day, and now he was risking his life again to save the little girl. Was he not afraid at all?

As Darryl walked forward, Megan bit her lip anxiously, watching him close the distance. He’s not a useless son-in-law, he’s a good man, she thought.

Ten meters. 

Five meters.

Three meters.

As Darryl neared, Lance finally released the little girl. She bolted toward Megan, her small face pale and filled with terror. 

But at that exact moment, Lance lunged at Darryl, aiming to press the dagger against his neck.

Darryl acted in the blink of an eye, drawing out the Blood Drinking Sword with lightning speed. The blade gleamed menacingly, releasing a red light that bathed half of the mountain in a bloody glow.

"Argh!" Lance cried out, blinded by the sharp flash. Before he could react, pain shot through his wrist. His grip on the dagger slipped, and it clattered to the ground, his wrist bleeding profusely.

"Argh! Argh!" Lance howled in agony, clutching his wounded wrist. He turned and fled, disappearing into the thick forest.

"I’ll remember this! You wait! I’ll come for you!" Lance screamed as he and the other robbers vanished into the trees.

Darryl, however, didn’t pursue them. The swift movement of drawing his sword had torn his bullet wound open again, and blood flowed freely from his shoulder. Pressing down hard on the wound to staunch the bleeding, he suddenly heard a voice echo in his mind.

"The Blood Drinking Sword has been successfully upgraded. Current level: Level Two, Red Stage."

What? Upgraded? Darryl thought, bewildered. Even the sword can level up?

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"You... your wound..."

Megan walked up to Darryl quickly. She asked about his wound anxiously.

"It's okay," Darryl shook his head, looking relaxed. In fact, he was just holding the pain in. His wound had worsened when he wielded the Bloody Drinking Sword earlier, and he was in a lot of pain.

Megan nodded and said nothing more, though she still looked very worried. She took the little girl into the car.

The moment Darryl got into his car, he felt an unbearable pain spread from his shoulder. He cursed silently. The bullet had been stuck in his wound for too long. If he didn’t get it out in time, he might lose too much blood.

Instead of starting the car, he untied the cloth wrapped around his shoulder and used his internal energy to force the bullet out. When the bullet finally popped out of his wound, Darryl quivered in pain. His forehead was covered with sweat. 

"Luckily, I became a cultivator. If not, I might be incapacitated if the bullet stayed in my wound too long," Darryl thought.

Megan was extremely worried and wanted to help but didn’t dare to, since it was dark and she feared accidentally hurting Darryl. So she let him handle it himself.

Once the bullet was out, Darryl started driving away from the mountain. He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the little girl holding his car key, trying to tie her small rag doll to it.

Curious, Darryl asked her with a smile, "Little sister, what are you doing?"

The little girl answered in a serious tone, "Thank you, big brother, for saving me. This is my favorite toy. I take it with me everywhere. Now I give it to you, big brother. It can protect you and keep you safe."

Hearing those innocent words, Megan smiled gently and reached out to caress the little girl's head. The atmosphere in the car became sweet and warm, completely different from the dangerous situation they had just escaped.

Darryl found himself puzzled. He had expected the little girl to be deeply frightened after such a terrifying experience. However, apart from being a little panicked at the start, she seemed to be recovering quite well. 

"Are children these days this emotionally strong?" he wondered.

After tying the doll to the car key, the little girl sat back, and Darryl started the engine. As he turned the car around to drive down the mountain, Megan asked softly, "Little sister, where is your home? Do you know the way? We can send you home later, okay?"

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a moment before replying, "Just send me to the entrance of the bank. I will go home by myself."

Darryl was surprised. Megan was puzzled.

The little girl pointed to Darryl’s injured shoulder and said, "Big brother is seriously hurt. He needs to go to the hospital. I don’t want to take up his time."

Darryl and Megan exchanged looks and couldn’t help but smile. The little girl was so young, yet so sensible. Whoever her parents were, they were lucky to have her.

Feeling touched, Darryl smiled warmly. He held the steering wheel with one hand and gently stroked the little girl’s hair with the other. "Big brother is fine. I’ll send you home first."

But the little girl insisted. "No, big brother should go see a doctor." Then she explained, "My home is near the bank. My family can pick me up from there."

"Just listen to her. I’ll explain to the bank staff when we get there," Megan said after thinking it through.

Darryl nodded. At that moment, his phone vibrated. It was a text message from Yvonne, but Darryl didn’t pay much attention to it. Since it wasn’t a call, he assumed it wasn’t urgent.

Meanwhile, at the Young family residence, Yvonne sat on the sofa, holding her phone tightly.

"Why isn’t he replying to my message?" Yvonne bit her lips. She wasn’t sure why, but she just wanted to talk to him. There was no reply for a long time. She considered calling Darryl but felt too shy.

Back at the entrance of the bank, after sending the little girl away, Megan got back into the car anxiously. "Go to the hospital and get your wound treated."

Darryl smiled slightly. "It’s okay. Why go to the hospital? I’ve already taken out the bullet."

Megan frowned. "No way! What if it gets infected?"

As a police officer, she knew that if a gunshot wound wasn’t treated in time, there was a high risk of infection.

Darryl, on the other hand, remained relaxed. "Don’t worry about this small injury."

Megan was becoming more anxious. "No, don’t take it lightly. Why aren’t you worried about yourself at all?"

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Megan bit her lips and stopped talking when she noticed that Darryl was looking at her with a smile.

"Have I cared too much about him?" she wondered.

"It's really not necessary. It's already late at night, and the doctors are off work."

"Then... your wound, how are you going to deal with it?" Megan frowned. She was quiet for a while before saying softly, "Why don't you go to my house? I'll help you clean up the wound and apply some medication."

Darryl laughed and teased her, "Why do you care so much about me? Are you afraid that I will die?"

"I..." Megan panicked for no reason. "After all, you were injured because of me..."

It was already late at night. Megan knew that it was inappropriate to invite a man to her house at such a late hour. However, he was injured, and how could his wound be left untreated? It was also because of her that he was hurt.

Darryl nodded. "Well, it's okay if you want me to go to your house and treat my wound, but you have to promise me one condition."

"What is it?" Megan asked quickly.

Darryl smiled slightly. "You have to call me 'Good Brother.'"

Megan was stunned, her face flushed. She stomped her feet in anger. "You..."

How could Darryl joke with her after everything that had happened?

Yet, Megan had no choice but to compromise. She called, "Good Brother."

Darryl happily responded and started the car. Megan was both angry and amused.

"How old is he? How could he joke like that after suffering a gunshot?" she thought.

When they arrived at Megan's home, Darryl sat on the sofa as Megan quickly took out the medical kit and removed her high heels. She prepared the gauze, disinfectant, and other necessary items, then leaned over to examine Darryl's wound.

Megan was a gorgeous woman, and at such a close distance, Darryl noticed the pleasant scent of her body. He hadn’t realized earlier, but her figure under the police uniform was rather curvy.

Megan blushed when she noticed Darryl's gaze on her. Her hand pressed on his wound suddenly.

"Ouch!" Darryl winced and said wryly, "What are you doing? Do you want to kill me?"

"This woman is ruthless!" he thought.

"You look at me again, and I'll dig out your eyeballs," Megan blushed and glared fiercely.

Darryl was helpless. "If you're bandaging my wound, of course, I have to look at you. Otherwise, where else do I look?"

"You know where you were looking!" Megan said grimly.

Being a cultivator, Darryl would recover quickly after his wound was treated. Megan squatted down and wrapped the gauze around his arm. She looked at him solemnly. "What were you thinking? Why didn’t you dodge when they fired the shot?"

Darryl smiled and answered, "If I dodged, the innocent would have been hurt."

Megan had also seen the female college student at that moment. She asked the question to understand Darryl's thinking.

Hearing his answer, Megan felt touched. 

"He was fearless and took the bullet for a stranger. How much courage does that take?" she thought.

She had seen Darryl mocked and ridiculed all the time. His name was even a joke in Donghai City.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Darryl smiled nonchalantly when he noticed the change in Megan's gaze. "I'm just an ordinary person. If there's anything special about me, it's probably just being a cultivator."

Megan shook her head and said, "No, you were really... really... really courageous today."

"Really? Don’t adore me too much. I’m married," Darryl joked.

Again, Megan blushed. She glared at Darryl in defiance.

"This Darryl is just too full of himself!" she thought.

"It’s late. I’ll take a bath and go to bed. You can rest here tonight if you want," Megan said softly as she stood up.

She didn’t mean to let him stay the night, but she thought she was subtly hinting that he should leave. Unexpectedly, Darryl nodded in agreement. "OK, I’ll sleep on the sofa."

"What?" Megan stomped angrily.

"Is he really sleeping here? If I let him stay, how would I explain this to Kent Hough if he finds out?"

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