Old Master Darby glanced at the hall.

The Darby members were lying on the floor, moaning in pain. Blood splashed across the floor, and a few men even seemed to have died.

“Call the medics! Take note of the injured numbers,” Old Master Darby ordered, panting breathlessly.

Drake, who was by his side, called out for the injured to be taken care of. Feelings of resentment and hatred filled the entire mansion.

Yumi’s lips were still bleeding, and the slap mark on her face was burning red.

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