The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 5183

What…

Zacho and Gigi frowned. Could it be that Vincent was right, and the antidote was fake?

Hoho…

Just as everyone pondered to themselves, Vincent smirked coldly as he got to his feet to stare at Darryl.

"Oh, Darryl Darby. I'm sure everyone can see more than clearly how things are now. Your antidote doesn't work."

"Ha, your skills don't match your position as the head of the Elixir Sector. Well, don't be a sore loser. Get out of the Pure Yang Division, and quit fooling other people."

As he spoke, Vincent's expression was nothing but smug.

It seemed that he had guessed correctly. The pupil had not reacted at all, proving that the medicine was indeed fake.

Crap!

Gigi's chest flooded with nerves as she began to panic slightly.

Could Darryl really have been wrong? The antidote that Magnum had dropped in his haste to escape was fake after all? If that was the case, Darryl's humiliation was bearable.

It was the Pure Yang Division's reputation that was at stake.

In the face of Vincent's relentless jeering, Darryl merely chuckled, paying him no mind.

Vincent was truly angered at that point.

F*ck!

The results had been revealed, and Darryl was still so proud. How dare he?

Amidst his anger, Vincent was about to shout at Darryl in a fury.

"Cough cough…"

It was just then that the pupil that sat cross-legged the entire time launched into a coughing fit before spitting out a mouthful of dark blood onto the ground.

Upon doing so, the pupil's pale face regained some color as he turned to say respectfully to Zacho, "The antidote's real! I feel much better now. Thank you for the medicine, Sect Master."

As he spoke, he did not forget to look at Darryl.

As his words rang through the air, the hall broke into discussion. Everyone, including Zacho and the surrounding servants, had an unreadable expression on their faces.

Vincent opened his mouth; his face was an ugly shade of red, and not a single word came out. His chest was heaving with both indignance and panic.

F*ck!

Was he, the head pupil of the Heavenly Ocean Sect, really going to have to apologize to that Darryl Darby fellow?

As he did not respond for quite a while, Zacho could not help but pipe up from the side.

"Vincent! Come on, don't be a sore loser. You're the head pupil of the Heavenly Ocean Sect. You must heed your own word."

His voice was not loud, but it radiated an air that did not allow room for retaliation.

Whew!

Vincent's expression shifted. In the end, he took a deep breath, lowering his head to Darryl. "It was rude of me to say what I said earlier, Sect Master Darryl. I'm sorry."

His voice was incredibly soft, his tone light and insincere.

Ho ho…

Darryl leaned back in his chair, letting out a soft chuckle. "Is this how you people at the Heavenly Ocean Sect apologize?"