Aaron said coldly, "Among the three Dragon Kings of Blumedale's underworld, I may not have the largest operation, but that just means I'm the boldest and most ruthless. So, if I want answers, you'd better spill them fast and clean. Because once I run out of patience, Mr. Lloyd, your pretty face might not leave this place in one piece."

Around them, his henchmen narrowed their eyes, radiating menace as they closed in.

Andrew sighed and rubbed his temple. "You underworld guys... Why is it always threats, violence, and waving guns around with you guys? Listen closely—my backing is serious. You don't want to mess with me."

Aaron blinked, then burst into mocking laughter. "Did you hit your head? Got so scared you lost your mind, maybe? You think I'd dare order you around if I was worried about who's behind you?"

The two women massaging him giggled coldly.

"Please, Mr. Nicholls doesn't care about your so-called powerful connections. Even Governor McCormick doesn't faze him. You wan