Capone stormed into the house, already like the center of a raging storm, only to find the room in chaos, a violent scene unfolding.
"Capone, you bastard, tell your dog to let go of me!" Cronus had somehow gotten into a fight with Winter, and neither side was holding back, giving it their all.
When Cronus fought seriously, he wasn't much weaker than Winter's group in terms of speed and strength. However, due to his lack of combat experience, he ultimately lost to Winter, who pinned his hands to the ground, surrounded by overturned chairs, a broken coffee table, and shattered glass.
Both men had bruises on their faces, showing just how fierce the fight had been.
Capone's anger had nowhere to go. The slap he had given Sophia felt as if it had been delivered to his own face. He felt suffocated, on the verge of exploding, and couldn't find any relief.
This was all because of Cronus. Otherwise, Sophia wouldn't be thinking of escaping in this weather!
