"Mr. Lloyd, the Dragon King requests your presence."

A sultry woman, dressed to tease, gave a seductive smile as she lowered her head in invitation, intentionally revealing a deep line of cleavage.

Andrew did not hesitate. He strode boldly into the extravagant hall, completely unfazed.

Rachel followed, uneasy. "Mr. Lloyd, doesn't it feel suspicious that the White Dragon King is being this friendly?"

Andrew replied flatly, "Relax. He wouldn't dare try anything."

Rachel stayed quiet, but admiration filled her eyes. Andrew's nerve was something else.

The three Dragon Kings were notorious figures in Blumedale's underworld, each more dangerous than the last. Yet, Andrew had shown up alone, completely unarmed, and walked in like he owned the place.

White Dragon King sat at the far end of the hall. He was a pale-skinned man in a white tailored suit, sipping red wine. His crimson leather shoes stood out as he lounged back in a modern office chair with one leg crossed.

He looked