"Hey!"

Mona was the first to react, yelling harshly at Darryl. "What are you looking at? Keep it up and see if I'll dig your eyeballs out." She punctuated her sentence with a fierce glower.

Darryl was unperturbed by the threat, cracking up into laughter.

That young lady had such a fierce temper.

"Why are you laughing?"

Mona was practically ablaze with annoyance. She was about to raise her hand, but Lia stopped her.

"Cut it out, Mona." The words were spoken in a gentle tone but held immeasurable power.

Mona was a lady who lived with no fear—except for her sister. She cast her most evil glare at Darryl, stomping away.

"Excuse me."

Lia spoke as her eyes were trained on Darryl. "Who are you?"

"Me?"

At Lia's query, Darryl merely smiled. He did not answer right away. Instead, he responded with a question. "You must be Demon Warriors, yes?"

"Yes!"

Lia nodded. "My father is the White Tiger King."

Next to her, Mona piped up in a smug tone. "Do you know who the White Tiger King is?