Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 2562

Darryl smiled gently with his eyes steady on Jack. "I've already given you my advice. It's up to you whether you want to listen to it or not. I do suggest that you think about it before doing anything rashly, though, otherwise you are going to regret it. It would be too late for you to get down on your knees and come begging for forgiveness then."

Woah!The crowd went wild at Darryl's speech. "Has he lost his mind?"

"This guy has a death wish!"

"You..." Cheyenne panicked and pulled at him. "Stop messing around, okay?" They had a deal before they came here. Darryl wasn't supposed to get in the middle of the affair and still there he was, trying to be the hero. They were within the territory of the Raksasa Tribe with countless formidable Raksasa soldiers around them. Enraging them would only get them into trouble. Darry, on the other hand, didn't seem to be worried at all and gestured silently for her to calm herself down.

Provoked by Darryl's words, Jack gritted out, "Not bad, brat, not bad. I do like men with guts!" He then waved his hand to his side and a Raksasa man the size of a tank came forth. "This is one of the Raksasa warriors I keep by my side, his name is Batu," Jack stared into Darryl's eye viciously and continued, "I'm guessing that you are the bodyguard of Miss Yach , so I'm going to make you a deal. Defeat my man and I will let you walk away with Miss Yach 's cargos. Lose, and I will charge you double of the commission rate from the Yach family."

Simultaneously, the people around them that were previously enjoying the show scattered away in fear. Anyone with eyes could tell that Jack had lost his temper and severe consequences would surely follow. Batu was captain of the Rock City guards and his strength was not to be underestimated. Some of the people swore that they once saw him beating two black tigers to death with his bare hands and since then, he was known as a man of absolute power.

A duel? Darryl chuckled as he casted a glance over at Batu before saying, "He is no match to me." Darryl wasn't bluffing. Batu might be ranked a Level three Martial King, but to Darryl, defeating him would be as easy as shooting fish in a barrel. His internal energy had yet to recover but even so, he was confident that he could defeat his opponent within three moves.

What? Every single person that was in the VIP hall doubted their very own ears for a split second at Darryl's words. Their eyes wide open in shock as they focused their attention on Darryl.

"What did he say? Did he just say that Batu is no match to him?"

Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have finally lost all patience. He frowned in disdain as he waved and said, "Batu, that's enough talking with that underdog." He would hate to waste any more of his time on a mere bodyguard.

"Yes, sir!" Not wasting another second, Batu dashed towards Darryl. His right fist swang out and approached with such power and speed that it bent the air around it. In a blink of an eye, the fist reached Darryl with pure brute force.

"Haha...That kid is going to turn into mush!"

"Batu should've done it sooner..."