The group of young men froze for a moment, then their expressions shifted to full alert.

"Dragon King? Never heard of him. Get lost."

"Last warning—move your car or we'll smash it!"

Andrew raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "Isn't the infamous Onyx Dragon King of Blumedale always holed up in this Onyx Serpent Bar?"

Before the lead thug could spit out more nonsense, Andrew planted a hand on his face and shoved him aside effortlessly. The guy roared in anger, reaching for his baseball bat.

Andrew pointed right at his nose, voice icy. "Scram. Get in my way again, and I'll bulldoze this trash bar into the ground."

The pressure that suddenly burst from Andrew's presence made the group of bouncers feel dry-mouthed and paralyzed, unable to take a step. Powerful figures who had long operated within elite circles naturally carried a sense of dominance.

Andrew was exactly that kind of man, and he did not need to bare his fangs or scream threats. Just a flicker of attitude was enoug