"How dare you insult Madam Vostokoff! Are you asking for death?" West End's enforcers erupted in anger.

"In all these years, no one has ever dared to disrespect our leader on our turf!"

Over the years, many have experienced Natasha's ruthless cunning firsthand. For this young upstart to openly mock her intelligence right to her face—he must have been tired of living.

Atlas and Finley could barely contain their joy at this turn of events.

"Dylan, is this your way of making South City perish faster?" Finley taunted, fanning himself with a smirk.

He added, "Andrew, I know you're trying to get Madam Vostokoff's attention, but this thorny rose is far beyond your reach. Now, you'll probably leave here in pieces!"

"Mr. Garner, he's your man," Natasha snapped. "For old times' sake, I'll give you one chance to explain what he means. Otherwise, none of you will leave West End's headquarters alive."

"Madam Vostokoff, Mr. Lloyd can be quite direct, but let me explain—" Dylan began