Felix knew Trevor wasn't lying, which surprised him even more.

Fifteenth Overlord was nothing more than just a gang boss, yet even Cairo didn't dare to attack him? That had to be a joke.

Felix's curiosity was bursting at the seams. When they finally reached the hall, he noticed the whole street was full of two-story buildings. The exterior walls were all painted the same color—uniform and stoic.

They entered through a corner entrance, walking straight into a large courtyard.

"Mr. Hitchcock, please! I was wrong! I'll never do it again! Please give me another chance!" A man was kneeling in the yard, covered in blood and begging for mercy.

Soon, he was hit on the head, and he fell to the ground. Ten men were standing around the collapsed man, and they all turned to look at Felix in unison.

The only man unfazed was a bearded middle-aged man with a cup of coffee in his hands. He sat on the side, sipping almost happily and seemingly enjoying the scene.

"Mr. Hitchcock!" Trevor exc