D*mn it!

Darryl gasped when he saw the horrible-looking cane. He was furious. "Roston, don't you forget my identity!"

"Identity?"

Roston wrapped his hand around the cane tightly as the corners of his lips evoked a gloomy chilliness. "Your status as a Royal Court Knight is nothing to us. I'll tell you what. No one will know even if I killed you today!"

Then, Roston held the cane tightly and flicked it on Darryl.

Slap!

Darryl gasped in pain. His skin broke apart, exposing his flesh. Blo