As Miguel enjoyed the dance, he also took advantage of the two girls in his arms by touching them.
"General, you're so bad!"
"General, don't rush. Let's drink some more!"
Two of the young girls behave seductively as Miguel teased them.
At that moment, Darryl and Morticia quietly stood outside the side hall.
'Damn it!' Darryl could not help but inhale deeply and exclaim to himself.
'That general is too playful.'
Morticia's face reddened; she felt angry and awkward.
'All Nine Mainland men are idiots.' As she muttered to herself, she could not help but glare at Darryl. 'How dare that b*stard bring me to places like this?'
Darryl did not notice Morticia's response. Without any hesitation, he marched into the room.
Morticia furrowed her brows and trailed after him. She had not known Darryl's plan, and out of curiosity, she wanted to see what Darryl was up to.
As the two of them appeared in the side hall, Miguel and the ladies turned toward them immediately.
Then, Miguel's face changed as he shouted at Darryl, "Hey, watch it! Who let you in here?"
'Who in the Blazing Sun Gate doesn't know that I don't like to be interrupted when I'm having fun with women.'
Miguel thought Darryl was a servant from the General Residence. The mansion was huge and had a few thousand servants. Not everyone knew all the generals.
Furthermore, Darryl's attire meant that he did not look like a guest.
Darryl smiled and said softly, "General, that looks sophisticated."
Then, he walked to the chair at the side and sat down.
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