With his other hand, Andrew reached behind the bar and pulled out a ck
handgun.
Rachel gasped. "Mr. Lloyd, that''s..."
Andrew replied calmly, "Oldest trick in the book. Posing as a bartender while
hiding a weapon. It''s meant for sneak attacks, a standard setup in ces crawling
with organized crime. Pretty boring, honestly."
He clicked his tongue and casually ejected the magazine. By now, the clubgoers
had begun to notice themotion.
Not even the pounding music could drown out the tension as all eyes turned to
Andrew, their faces filled with shock.
The group of punks from earlier returned, this time led by a man in a ck suit,
striding over with menace in his eyes.
"Let go of our guy and get the hell out of Onyx Serpent Bar! Or I swear, I don''t
care who you are—you won''t leave in one piece!"
The suited man radiated killing intent as he shouted his warning.
Andrew nced at him. "Are you the Onyx Dragon King?"
The man''s eye twitched as he barked, "Does it matter? I said let go of him, now!"
With one brutal smash of the pistol grip, Andrew knocked Tommy out cold.
The guy in the ck suit exploded in rage. "You son of a bitch. You''re dead!"
He motioned for his men to surround Andrew. However, with a flick of his foot, the
magazine that hadnded on the ground flipped into the air.
Andrew caught it mid-spin, pped it into the gun with a flick of his wrist, and
The shy move left the men stunned, just long enough for Andrew to jam the
cold barrel straight into the ck-suited man''s mouth.
"So, can I meet the Onyx Dragon King now? Or would you prefer your brains
sttered across the wall?"
The man''s throat moved involuntarily as veins bulged on his neck and hands. It
was hard to tell whether he was trembling from rage or terror.
He mumbled a defiant growl. "If you''ve got the guts, pull the trigger!"
Andrew narrowed his eyes and thumbed the safety off.
The man''s eyes went wide. "Wait, wait, wait! Sir, please—don''t! I''ll take you to the
Dragon King! Right now!"
Smiling faintly, Andrew lowered the
gun and holstered it. "See? That
wasn''t so hard. You people really
love pushing your luck. I swear,
you''re just begging for a beatdown."
Rachel stood frozen to the side, her scalp tingling.
Andrew was insane and ruthless.
This was the Onyx Dragon King''s territory.
Of Blumedale''s three underground
bosses—Onyx Dragon King, or
Ronald Potter—was known as the
most brutal and bloodthirsty. He
was the only one bold enough to
publicly dere himself part of the
underworld.
Even people like Derek sometimes turned a blind eye when it came to him, and
the Five Apex Families had to swallow their pride when dealing with the Dragon
King.
But Andrew? He strolled in on his first visit and responded to aggression with
brute force.
Rachel did not even want to imagine what kind of fury would erupt once Ronald
found out.
The man in the ck suit walked
ahead, bitterness all over his face.
"You may be the chairman of Gabo
Creek''s Chamber of Commerce and
pretty strong, but Mr. Potter won''t let
this slide. No way he''s gonna let you
walk out after this mess."
Andrew''s smile had long vanished. "Just lead the way. One more word, and I''ll
shoot you right here."
The man mped his mouth shut. Though his face burned with indignation, he
didn''t dare make another sound.
Inside, however, he was seething. He had followed the Onyx Dragon King for
years, but he had never seen anyone act this arrogantly on their turf.
As they disappeared from view, the bar burst into chaos, gossip flying like wildfire.
"Holy hell, that guy was insane! That move with the gun gave me chills. Was that
realbat technique?"
"Sure, it looked cool, but it''s not practical. You guys are forgetting whose ce
this is."
"Young dudes, especially cocky ones, always want to prove themselves. But that
one''s just nuts. With Mr. Potter''s temper, he''ll probably rip him in half!"
"I''ve never seen anyone act like that inside the Onyx Serpent Bar. Mr. Potter is
surely going to break that man''s leg."