NovelEnglishRead The Ultimate Husband [by Skykissing wolf] Chapter 292 – Smack!
Darryl smacked the fortune-teller’s face hard.
The fortune-teller cried out as he spun around from the impact. He fell onto the ground in a dare 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…”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDarryl 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 mustache to the ground and looked around.
The fortune-teller was nervous. “Sir, this is too much. Can’t I have a fake mustache?”
“Is there a rale that fortune-tellers cannot have fake mustaches?”
“He just can’t let this go, can’t he?”
Darryl maintained a cold smile and tore the fortune- teller’s clothes wordlessly.
Tear!
The robe was torn off, and his clothing inside was revealed. The crowd laughed when they saw what
he wore on the inside.
What a vogue fortune-teller! He wore a Nike jacket and a pair of Adidas track pants.
Haha! How fashionable!
It was their first time to see such a scene. The crowd burst into laughter. Everyone could see that the
fortune-teller was fake.
“YOU…”
The fortune-teller’s face was flushed red as his sweat dripped along with his blood. It was
embarrassing. He pointed his finger at Darryl, but he could not utter a word.
Megan stomped her foot in frustration. She was enraged and ashamed at the same time.
‘He is a con man! ‘ she screamed in her mind. She could not believe that she trusted his words.
“How dare you lie to me in public?! Don’t you know who am I?” Megan reprimanded as she took out her
phone. She was about to call her colleagues for backup.
Megan hated liars the most. It was grave that he had lied to her!
The man was terrified and desperately begged Kent. “Young Master Hough, please help me! I don’t
want to get locked up.”
’What the f*ck? This guy is stupid and unreliable as f*ck! He gave my name out almost immediately!’
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKent became furious, kicking him harshly. “F*ck you! Do I know you?!”
‘This good-for-nothing is going to drag me into this sh*t just because he didn’t do his job!’
Megan called twice, but no one picked up.
Her colleagues in the station were on-duty to maintain public order since it was the Mid-Autumn
Festival.
“I’m going to let you off today. I’m not going to be this merciful if you do this again.” Megan raged,
utterly furious that she could not contact her colleagues. “Get out of here.”
The man nodded and scurried away, leaving his booth behind.
The crowd scattered away when the scene was over.
Megan walked to Darryl awkwardly. She bit her lip and whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that he was
a fake.”
Megan wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. How could she, the Criminal Investigation Team Leader, fall
for a con man’s words?
How embarrassing.
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