Felix breathed a sigh of relief when he received the text message. Averill had come through for him just as expected.

Locating someone Yale had hidden away was a task akin to finding a needle in a haystack. Yet, she was highly efficient, taking only a few days to complete what seemed nearly impossible.

Felix turned his attention back to Harold, who was still sprawled in the chair as if he owned the place. Then, Felix approached with a smirk and ordered, "Call Yale. Tell him I have crucial information about the founder that I need to discuss in person. Felix knew this would guarantee an immediate meeting with Yale, who could not afford to ignore anything related to Dragon Alliance's founder.

Harold scoffed. "Do you think I'll just do what you say? That's rich. Maybe if you got down on your knees and begged, I might consider it."

Before he could finish his taunt, Felix lashed out, shattering the bones in Harold's left arm with a swift kick. Next, he inserted a silver needle to keep Harold from passing out from the pain. He asked coldly, "Ready to make the call now?" Harold's face had turned pale from the pain. He was shocked by the sudden violence. He shouted, "You've lost your mind! If you do this to me, they'll do the same to my mother!"

Felix responded with another brutal kick, this time to Harold's left leg. Harold's screams of pain echoed through the room.

"Any more objections?" Felix inquired calmly.

Terrified, Harold finally relented and cried out, I'll

o it! I'll call him right now!"

Felix smiled, satisfied. "That's better. Remember, if you say anything out of line, I have countless ways to mak you wish for death."

After Harold made the call, Yale's response was exactly as Felix had predicted-he took the matter very seriously.

"He's out of the country but will come to Avesburgh to meet you as soon as possible,' Harold reported.

Felix then called Stinger before turning back to Harold with a chilling reminder. " Remember what I said earlier? Aunt Yvette's feelings mean nothing to me."

Harold was terrified and pleaded for his life, "Please, Felix, you can't kill me! I'm too young to die!"

Felix sat in another chair, silent and unmoved by Harold's desperate pleas. His response

only made Harold panic further.

"If I die, my mom dies too! Blood is thicker than water, right? I still remember the gifts your mom used to send on holidays!"

Felix laughed. "After everything you did, I can't believe you have the nerve to call her your mom. You truly have no respect for her."

At that moment, Stinger entered with his men. Filled with hatred for Harold, Stinger knocked him unconscious with a single punch. "Mr. Zeller, I'll take him from here," Stinger said.

Felix nodded, "Good. The underground scene in Avesburgh is yours now. Without Harold, the others are just a disorganized rabble." Stinger was elated. "Thank you, Mr. Zeller. If I can't maintain control now, I deserve nothing but death."

Later that afternoon, Felix set up the grill for a barbecue. Then, Ernest arrived with Jairo in

tow.

"Mr. Holt Senior, please try this and tell me how it tastes," Felix offered, handing him a skewer.

As Ernest was about to take a bite, Jairo interjected, "Mr. Holt Senior, about the doctor's- Ernest silenced him with a sharp glare before he could finish.noveldrama