Faced with such a request, Stinger dared not object. Everything was up to Felix. After all, he would've been dead if Felix hadn't come to his rescue, leaving him no grounds to negotiate.

"We were having a perfectly good conversation about business. Why bring up my mom?"

Although Felix was silent, his stern gaze made his intentions clear.

Harold shrugged. "I have no idea where my mom is. How could I tell you?"

Felix stepped forward and slapped Harold across the face.

"Your mother's life is in danger. Despite being her son, you don't care. You're not worried, and you don't even try to find her. How can you accept the things your enemy gives you? What a man you are!"

Harold's expression turned dark as his hands clenched for a moment, but he forced a smile. "A smart person knows when to adapt to the situation.

"Do you think everyone is as headstrong as you? Do you think everyone loves to fight against something they can't win, just to prove a point?"

From the moment Harold wa