“I WILL fucking kill those bastards!” The sound of Damian's voice reverberated across the hall. While Dylan… he’s just there, sitting on the old sofa inside the abandoned house. Despite Damian's furious outbursts, Dylan maintained his composure and kept focused on formulating a strategy.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Dylan? If only you let me kill Achilles—”

“Will you shut the fuck up, Damian? You’re not helping!” he barked.

Damian glared at him and approached him. He cocked his gun and pointed it at Dylan’s forehead. “Because of your stupid plans, they escaped—” Damian didn’t finish his words when Dylan knocked Damian off his feet with...