There were more than a dozen people in that alley, and Darryl had dealt with them so easily?
"Err..."
Darryl laughed. "Second Young Miss, the masked man from last night was a cultivator. Fred and his bodyguards were only ordinary people. Of course, I could easily handle them."
Tiffany nodded. Suddenly, she thought of something; she glared at Darryl fiercely. " By the way, when you introduced yourself in the class this morning, I told you to perform a talent. How dare you ask me to dance with you? That's so daring of you!"
Tiffany pointed at the swimming pool angrily. "Go and release the water from the
pool. Clean it up and fill the water again."
Then, Tiffany went upstairs with an arrogant expression on her face.
Darryl's face immediately darkened.
'F*ck! That was only a joke. Why is the girl so vengeful? When will I finish cleaning such a big swimming pool?’
A few minutes later, Darryl cleaned the swimming pool unwillingly as he pondered about his situation.
It can't go on like this.'
Tiffany gave him so many random tasks. How could he possibly have the time to investigate the whereabouts of the Dragon Essence?
He would just have to hang in there!
Suddenly, Darryl was inspired; he thought of a great idea!
He could pretend to be Tiffany and call the Box family's patriarch to ask him about the Dragon Essence's whereabouts!
Darryl had learned ventriloquism on Elysian Island-he could mimic another person's voice. The Grandmaster of Heaven had taught his wife that skill, and Darryl had hidden under the bed when he heard the lesson.
He could use the skill to mimic Tiffany’s voice and call her father! Then, he could ask him about the Dragon Essence!
Darryl laughed discreetly.
'I am so smart.'
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