With his other hand, Andrew reached behind the bar and pulled out a black 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 places crawling with organized crime. Pretty boring, honestly.”
He clicked his tongue and casually ejected the magazine. By now, the clubgoers had begun to notice the commotion.
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 black 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 glanced 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 black 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 had landed on the ground flipped into the air.
Andrew caught it mid–spin, slapped it into the gun with a flick of his wrist, and completed the reload in a smooth motion.
The flashy move left the men stunned, just long enough for Andrew to jam the cold barrel straight into the black–suited man’s mouth.
“So, can I meet the Onyx Dragon King now? Or would you prefer your brains splattered 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 declare 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.
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The man in the black 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 clamped 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 real combat technique?”
“Sure, it looked cool, but it’s not practical. You guys are forgetting whose place 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.”
Chapter 1740
