Felix breathed a sigh of relief when he received the text message. Averill had come through for him just as expected.

Locating someone Yale had hidden away was a task akin to finding a needle in a haystack. Yet, she was highly efficient, taking only a few days to complete what seemed nearly impossible.

Felix turned his attention back to Harold, who was still sprawled in the chair as if he owned the place. Then, Felix approached with a smirk and ordered, "Call Yale. Tell him I have crucial information about the founder that I need to discuss in person."

Felix knew this would guarantee an immediate meeting with Yale, who could not afford to ignore anything related to Dragon Alliance's founder.

Harold scoffed. "Do you think I'll just do what you say? That's rich. Maybe if you got down on your knees and begged, I might consider it."

Before he could finish his taunt, Felix lashed out, shattering the bones in Harold's left arm with a swift kick. Next, he inserted a silver