Atlas' mocking laughter echoed from a distance. "Before you came to Jayrodale, Northern District was already a dominant force. With or without you, it makes no difference. Also, Finley—I've been putting up with your nonsense for way too long!"

"Get lost, you pathetic son of a bitch!" he added with a sneer.

Left standing alone, Finley burned with murderous rage. Atlas had slapped him, severed their partnership, and humiliated him publicly.

If that was the case, Finley decided there was no point feeling guilty anymore. Atlas, the so-called crime lord of the Northern District, was nothing more than a shortsighted fool.

He thought someone as petty as Atlas never deserved his full support anyway, especially since everything was happening because of a woman.

Meanwhile, Natasha and Dylan exchanged glances, their mutual excitement impossible to hide. The Northern District's two pillars, Atlas and Finley, had finally gone their separate ways. Now, it was their turn to take the stage.