Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 2176

"Hey!"

At that moment, the inn staff walked forward furiously. He pointed at Darryl and yelled, "I'm telling you to leave! Did you not hear me? Are you deaf?"

Darryl was annoyed; he swept a glance at the staff and ignored him.

"What is going on?" The inn owner went to them with a frown. The owner looked like a profit-oriented person, someone who would bully the weak.

Woola!

At the same time, the commotion also attracted other onlookers.

"Boss."

The staff got bolder when he saw his boss. He pointed at Darryl and said condescendingly, "This person intruded into our guest rooms, and he refused to leave. I think he is either a thief or a liar."

What?

The owner was furious. He pointed at Darryl and reprimanded, "Who the hell do you think you are? Break his leg and throw him out."

The inn owner also thought that Darryl was there to seek refuge from the other war-torn mainlands. After all, Darryl was dressed too ordinarily.

Woola!

Then, a few other staff started to roll their sleeves and surrounded Darryl.

At that moment, the surrounding crowd shook their heads. Then, many started to comment about Darryl.

"This man is in for it."

"Yes, the inn owner is an influential figure in Windhill Town. How dare he cause trouble here! He must be seeking death!"

"He must be a refugee from another continent. That's too bad; he is still so young. Why can't he do any good? Why did he have to cause trouble?"

The comments continued to echo; Darryl smiled and found them comical.

'F*ck! Do I look like a refugee?'

At that moment, Darryl found it too hilarious. He did not want to attract attention, so he hid his true powers. Yet, he did not expect that he would be treated as a refugee conman. How comical!

"I see that you won't learn your lesson until you get one!"

Darryl continued to smile; one of the staff could not take it any longer. He yelled and threw a punch at Darryl brutally.

Darryl seemed relaxed. He did not even think about avoiding it.

The inn staff were ordinary people. Their punches might seem brutal, but to Darryl, it was like scratching an itch. It would not harm him, and he could have easily avoided it.

"Boss, are there any empty rooms here?"

Just as the punch was just about to land on Darryl, a voice echoed from outside the inn. Then, a man with a unique aura entered slowly.