Darryl laid there and pretended not to hear anything. Deep down, he could not help but think to himself, 'Yolanda is far too kind. Someone like Sergio would create greater trouble if he's not taught a lesson.'

Then, he pretended to mumble, "Ah, I'm so sleepy."

Seeing how Yolanda failed to convince Darryl, Sergio began to panic and there was a conflicted look on his face. "Fine, I'll promise you."

Then, he lowered his head, wishing he could bury his face somewhere. He did not want to be embarrassed in front of his junior, but he also did not want to die. What was dignity compared to his life?

Then, Darryl got to his feet and smirked at Sergio. "Good. Before I cure you, I need to know what venom it is. So, please bear with me."

Immediately, he took out a dagger and slit Sergio's face. Instantly, reddish-brown poisonous blood oozed out, and Darryl quickly took out a stick that was burned in the bonfire next to him.

The poisonous blood dripped onto the stick and a nauseating, poison