Well, if the man sitting there was fake, the real one had to be lurking nearby.

"To hell with you, Darryl Darby."

Just as Darryl pondered to himself, a roar blRed from above his head. It was followed by a figure soaring down from above, his gaze flashing with smug glee.

It was Prince Auten.

He had followed Ambrose to Donghai City just to find Darryl, and it was him who had conjured the fake man to trick Darryl as well.

He hid on the ceiling of the private room instead, waiting for the perfe