"So what if I hit you?" Darryl said nonchalantly. "I saved your Young Miss' life. If anything, you should kneel and say thank you. But you brought your men back to cause more trouble. Should I not hit you?"

Darryl raised his arm and delivered slap after slap on Yogi's face.

Yogi cried in pain, "Argh! You b*stard! I'll kill you!"

Yogi's men were shocked and furious. They wanted to help, but all of them were powerless. They could not even stand up straight.

All they could do was watch in fear.