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Chapter 292

Smack!

Darryl smacked the fortune-teller’s face hard.

“F*ck!”

The fortune-teller cried out as he spun around from the impact. He fell onto the ground in a daze as blood poured from his nose.

“You…”

He pointed his finger at Darryl in anger and fear after recovering from the shock.

“Darryl, what are you doing?” Kent shouted, “Why did you hit him? Don’t you have manners?”

Megan was also panicking. “Darryl, why did you do that? His words weren’t good to hear, but he is a well-respected man. You are not treating him with respect by hitting him like that.”

“Exactly!”

The crowd agreed and started criticizing Darryl.

“Lad, you shouldn’t have beaten a man of Taoism even if you are young and strong.”

“Exactly…”

Darryl ignored everyone and walked to the fortune-teller with a sinister smile. He grabbed onto his mustache and lifted him.

Rip!

Darryl forcefully pulled on the mustache, tearing it off the wailing fortune-teller.

“See, his mustache was just stuck on.”

Darryl tossed the m
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fuck you writer and app creator.. eat shit and die.
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