The Golden Lions kept roaring as they paced around in their cages. Their roars caused the air around them to vibrate and it seemed to echo up into the sky.

At this moment, Marshall’s face was full of smiles though his eyes remained cold. There was no way Darryl would be able to tame ten Golden Lions at the same time. There were two outcomes for him — being bitten to the death or torn to shreds.

Under the Queen’s orders, the guards had erected a perimeter of metal fences as an arena for Darryl to tame the Golden Lions. Once the perimeter was set up, the ten Golden Lions were released into the arena.

Marshall roared with laughter. “Everything’s ready for you. Go on then. Don’t tell me you’re scared now that you’ve seen how ferocious they truly are.”

Everyone turned their attention to Darryl.

“Those Golden Lions sure are scary. Is he going to back out of it now?”

“He looks like he’s regretting his words.”

“Of course! Anyone would be!”

Darryl smiled and said, “I’m not scared.”

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