Darius knew this call probably wouldn’t bring him the news he wanted to hear, but he still answered it. It was noisy on the other end of the line. A few seconds later, a man’s drunken voice rang out.

“Darius, I really don’t get you. Why did you treat me like this? I was your senior once upon a time, wasn’t I? Didn’t we work together well? How could you ruin everything just like that? I refuse to accept this!”

The man obviously had difficulty getting the words out, but Darius could still tell who it was. He said coldly, “Ansel, you’ve had too much to drink.” He slowly leaned back and shut his eyes to conceal his disappointment.

He’d once had high hopes for Ansel and thought he was a person who could stand by his side as his equal in the near future, but Ansel had betrayed him. In fact, it seemed he hadn’t paid much of a price for his betrayal.

Ansel obviously didn’t share Darius’ heartache. He burst into manic laughter and roared, “You want to return to Ashweir City, don’t you? Dream