Uhh…

Sensing Old Master Stanford's fury, Darryl was completely at a loss. Nevertheless, he tried his best to explain patiently.

"You must be Old Master Stanford. I'm going to be honest with you. My name is Darryl Darby. I'm not the Derrick Darby you've been looking for. I'm from another land. I was just passing by that hill when I was captured by your men and brought back here."

Huh?

Old Master Stanford frowned.

Gerald could not help but walk over and smack Darryl's head once again, crying out, "You're still on that, huh? How are you still this shameless at this point? What's all this about Darryl Darby and a different land? I think you're looking for a beating!"

As he spoke, Gerald turned to address Old Master Stanford. "He's gone too far this time, Old Master Stanford. I say we punish him and teach him a little lesson."

Motherf*cker. That statement alone warranted a punishment?

Darryl was shocked.

Old Master Stanford merely waved a hand, saying impatiently, "Tomorrow's the