Chapter 2111

"Fuck!" Perseus lashed out, driving his foot straight into Ivar's crotch. A strangled groan tore from Ivar's throat as the searing pain jolted him awake. He collapsed, writhing on the ground, blood and sweat mingling on his face. After living as long as he did, he finally understood—getting kicked in the balls was pure agony. "You son of a bitch," Perseus sneered, watching Ivar squirm. Once the pain dulled, Perseus grabbed him and lashed him tightly to the stone pillar. Satisfied with his work, he turned to Grant. "Mr. Castillo, are you alright?" When Grant had ambushed Ivar, Perseus had noticed fresh blood trickling down the older man's temple. Grant shook his head. "Don't worry. I might be old, but I can still handle something like this. His glare darkened as it landed on Ivar. "That bastard! It never even crossed my mind that he was from Jorland. I would never have let you stay by my side if I had known! Ungrateful brat—I must've been blind to trust you." Fury shook Grant'