Callum’s last words about if a war broke out, to never be a snitch, was said with such confidence and positivity. Dax was somehow overwhelmed as tears started streaming down his face.

Meanwhile, Darryl had finally reached the Sanders Mansion.

Once he got down from the taxi, he quickly entered the hall and yelled, “Dax! Dax!”

He rushed upstairs, pushed the door opened and was stunned at what he saw. A man was lying on the bed without any sign of life as Dax was next to him, eyes red.

‘Damn, I’m too late,’ thought Darryl. The man had passed away.

Darryl thought to himself, ‘Wait, Dax said the person he rescued was a stranger. Why is he so sad?’

He walked over and asked, “What happened?”

Dax let out a long sigh. “A legendary hero just left us. However, those self-righteous, mediocre assh*les are still alive!”

His eyes turned red.

Darryl was slightly confused.

Dax smiled bitterly. “Darryl, take a guess who this person is.”

“Who?” Darryl asked.

Dax took a deep breath before he