Felix was lying on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth in a lavish mansion in Eastville.

He had one of his legs propped up on a coffee table with a bloody hand firmly attached to it.

Two of his men crouched beside the table as they carefully tried to pry the hand off. Because of how firm Nelson's grip was, his nails had already dug into Felix's skin.

"Damn it, be careful!" Felix hissed with a frown, kicking one of the men to the floor.

"Give us a second. We're almost done." His subordinate smiled apologetically.

Finally, they managed to get Nelson's hand off.

"What the fuck is wrong with that asshole? He just wouldn't let go! Why did he have to go so far for that bastard?" Felix cursed.

He had been waiting for his chance since the Kirin Gang was established.

Although he had finally become a guildmaster and lived a much better life than before, he refused to obey someone else's command.

He had always been greedy, so he kept his eyes glued to the leader's position. A