‘Sh*t. He’s asking straight away?’ Darryl was stunned.

Then, he nodded. “That’s right.”

Mister Farrer looked solemn, then he carefully asked, “You’re only a saint king level, so how did you kill him? Or, have you used a secret method?”

“What method do I need to kill Winson? I heard you’re his teacher. Your disciple was too confident at the time and he was not that powerful either,” Darryl responded casually as he laughed, appearing calm but was secretly irritated.

‘Sh*t, I was interrupted when I was eating. Anyone would be annoyed too!’ he thought.

Mister Farrer and his disciples were enraged by what Darryl said.

‘Is this guy crazy? I asked him to leave quietly, but he didn’t listen. Now, he’s challenging Mister Farrer. He’s asking for a death wish. Even if you’re powerful, you’re only a saint king,’ Albert thought, worried.

At that moment, Mister Farrer took a deep breath and looked at Darryl coldly with a dark expression on his face. "How dare you talk to me like this! You