White Viper could not help but think Andrew was a total coward.

Andrew scratched his head, asking, "So, who's your boss? Don't tell me it's that so-called Grand Viper?"

White Viper's name twisted in fury, growling, "Shut your mouth! Do you think a little insect like you is even worthy of speaking his name? Now hand over the rest of the treasure map like a good boy, and let me slit your artery open."

She laughed maniacally, adding, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get to watch every last drop of your blood drain out before you croak."

Andrew shook his head. "Let me guess… You've killed so many people, you've started enjoying it, haven't you?"

White Viper froze for a second, then sneered. "You're not wrong. But too bad—you've been marked. Not just by Grand Viper, but by people who run the damn world. So, here's the deal, kid.

"You either die now, and I take the map from your corpse, or you hand it over and I give you a cleaner death. Two options—pick one."

Andrew gave a co