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 awkwardly, retracting his greedy gaze and trying to relax.

Without giving him a chance to think, Atlas continued, "I just want to take him away today, Mr. Navi. This notebook is important to you, but it’s equally important to other people. I won’t let you have it if I don’t see him. And... there's one more thing. I can still take him away, even without the notebook."

Navi squinted his eyes slightly, and I tensed up. If he gave the order, we would be outnumbered. Without the notebook, we'd be in dang