"Don't freak out, Beautiful. Don't worry; it's not poison. It's Weak Bones Elixir. It will only weaken you." The bearded man smiled menacingly.

Megan was struck in a stupor, and she was at a loss for words.

'Weak Bones Elixir?'

'What a mess!'

Darryl scowled. The bearded man must have been a mental patient who had just escaped the mental hospital and talked gibberish.

"Hey, brat! Did you f*cking follow me? What the hell do you want? I sell vases, and you paid for them. Why did you follow me?" The bald man and his group gathered around Darryl and asked him fiercely.

"I was the only one who thought that your vase was valuable. Don't you want to thank me for that?" Darryl pretended to sigh before he walked closer to them step by step.

Darryl was a little nervous. He learned Wing Chun Kung Fu from a Wing Chun master for a year before, but Darryl was not sure about sparring against so many people.

Therefore, Darryl needed to find a way to get the other party to let down their guard.