Darryl looked relaxed; he was not at all panicked.

Even though Vernon's men were not weak, Darryl did not see them as a threat at all.

However, Darryl did not show his actual level of strength. Instead, he pretended to be very scared; he kept yelling and dodging around.

"Argh! All of you guys are against me alone. What a big bully!"

While dodging around, Darryl kept moving everything in front of him to block the footpath of the others behind him. He was moving the table, panel screen, chairs, and even the ivory bed.

"Ouch!"

A guy looked like he was about to catch hold of Darryl, but without warning, he bumped his head on the table and let out a howl. He crouched and bent over, clutching his head.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch...my eyes!"

The rest of the people were either smashed in the face by chairs or smashed into the ivory bed in the next few minutes. In the end, they all fell to the ground with painful expressions, no longer able to put up a fight.

F*ck!

Vernon blew his top. He had so