Jax looked at Philip anxiously, at a loss for what to do.

“Since you can’t wait to die, let me grant your wish!” Harris sneered, surprised that someone would seek death at his doorstep.

At this moment, a member of the Spada Guild stepped forward and glared at Philip fiercely.

“Senior Harris, you don’t have to do such a thing in person.

Killing him will only dirty your hands.

Let me do it.

Dealing with this insignificant insect is a piece of cake.” The person who spoke was a burly man over two meters tall, looking very strong with muscles all over his body.