Drake’s eyes became bloodshot. He knew he was no match for Edward, but he refused to lie here and accept defeat! His gaze turned menacing as he shouted hoarsely at his men, “Stop standing there like fucking idiots! Get him!”

The veins in his neck bulged with the force he was exerting. After saying that, he suddenly seemed to lose whatever strength he had left and struggled to catch his breath.

Darius raised an eyebrow and gave him a pitying look as if he was watching a pig waiting to get slaughtered. Drake had never felt this insulted before, and he couldn’t take it. At this moment, Darius turned away from him to face his men.

They were moving toward him—they weren’t exactly fleet-footed, but it was still enough to prove their stance. He smirked and snorted, and they immediately stopped moving.

Darius gave Drake a mocking smile. “It amuses me that you’ve placed your hope in these good-for-nothings.” Drake’s face darkened, and his eyes bulged with rage. He tried and failed to turn hi