Atlas forcefully slammed the notebook onto the coffee table with a loud smack, saying, "The notebook is here. I want to see him."

A smirk played at the corner of Navi's mouth, and the hand holding the pipe trembled slightly.

It seemed he was finding it difficult to contain himself. His urgency was palpable. But despite his apparent eagerness, he looked frustrated.

"Well? Do you have any other conditions?" Atlas stared at Navi's face, deliberately pressing him. "Speak up."

Navi laughed awkwar