Once Darryl was finally out of sight, Yumi crawled up slowly, running over to Old Master Darby. “Grandpa, th-this is unacceptable!”

Yumi was fuming in rage; her beautiful face was stained with the mark of Darryl’s palm and wounded with blood.

Old Master Darby was trembling. He ignored Yumi and looked toward the other side of the room. In front of the entrance stood Dax Sanders and his hundreds of men.

Meanwhile, the Darby members were beaten, blood splashed all over the floor.

“Who are yo