Jameson, who was next to Frank, chimed in, "Yes, paint a picture if you think you’re so good!"
The people around them also started to heckle him.
"Yes, what's the use of being good at talking? Show your true skills."
"Yes, paint a picture on the spot!"
“I don't think he dares."
The comments kept coming. Then, the Duke took a deep breath and said to Darryl, “Darren, since everyone has said so, you should also paint a picture here. Let us take a look at your painting skills."
The Duke was also curious about Darryl’s artistic abilities and wondered if he was merely boasting. He raised his hand and someone immediately prepared a fresh piece of paper on the easel.
Albert and Reese were a little dumbfounded by what was happening. They felt Darryl had gotten too carried away. Although they thought Darryl was powerful and a good battle strategist, they were uncertain about his artistic abilities.
Jameson slowly approached Darryl and squeezed out a faint smile. "Darren, since you are so well-versed in art, you should have quite a good foundation. Show us."
Meanwhile, Frank was staring indignantly at Darryl. ‘This guy doesn't know any better. I will teach him a lesson later.’
At the same time, many of the mayors around Darryl also fixed their eyes on him; their eyes were filled with mockery.
‘How dare he compare his paintings to Frank! He doesn’t know any better!’
At that moment, everyone expected Darryl would not dare to paint on the spot. Even if he agreed to do it, he might not be able to produce anything presentable.
"Alright." Darryl smiled and nodded under everyone’s gaze.
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