Mosby suddenly shot to his feet, veins bulging in fury. "That's right, Andrew, you little bastard! We've tolerated your crap long enough! If you so much as pull a stunt with that final fragment, you and your entire crew are dead."

Around the hall of the Wright estate, several unfamiliar faces remained seated. They had not said a word, but the way they looked at Andrew was loaded with deadly intent.

Andrew was not the least bit afraid, locking eyes with each of them. It was clear from their bulging temples and the glint of light in their gazes that these were all elite fighters, at least semi-martial kings.

Any one of them could dominate a battlefield. Yet, even so, Andrew looked at them like they were beneath him.

"Oh, so you do want to kill me? Fine. Then I'll go ahead and destroy the final map fragment. That way, none of you will ever get to the treasure. We can all go down in flames together!"

He shouted angrily and raised the parchment, ready to tear it apart. Then, to d