The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 2177

Everyone was stunned when they saw that.

What had happened? How did that person with the unique aura know the other man?

Thud!

Just as everyone wondered about that, Flynn approached Darryl, bent his knees, and immediately knelt on the ground.

Everyone was baffled!

What happened next made them even more shocked!

With an excited expression, Flynn said to Darryl, “Your humble servant, Flynn Feuille, is here to greet the Sect Master. Master, I have finally found you!”

Gasp!

At that moment, the entire inn was in utter silence. Many of them could not help but gasp out loud.

Sect Master? The ordinary-looking person was a Sect Master?

Which Sect Master, though?

“You— You—”

Finally, the inn owner was the first person to snap back to his senses. He looked at Darryl as he swallowed hard. He was so shocked that he stuttered.

Before he could finish his sentence, Flynn interrupted him angrily.

“How rude of you!” Flynn glared at the inn owner and reprimanded coldly, “He is the Elysium Gate’s Sect Master, Darryl Darby. How dare you be rude to him. You must be seeking death!”

Flynn was an intelligent person. So when he saw the inn staff ganged up on Darryl, he immediately knew what had happened.

What?

The entire inn was in an uproar as they looked at Darryl in utter shock.

They were utterly astounded.

That man was Darryl Darby, the Elysium Gate’s Sect Master? The man who had helped the South Cloud World to defeat the North Moana Army? The Westrington Emperor, that Darryl Darby?

The inn owner felt his legs turned to jelly. He sweated profusely as he looked at Darryl in a daze. His mind was in a mess, and he was utterly speechless.

That man was Darryl Darby? Yet, he had instructed his men to beat Darryl up—he must have wanted to die!

At that moment, Flynn walked forward and said coldly, “How dare you disrespect our Sect Master! I don’t think you guys want to live any longer.” Then, internal energy erupted from Flynn; he was about to attack them.

The inn owner and his staff were scared half to death; of them even peed on himself.

“Forget about it!”