Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1740

The third floor of the bar was a whole different world, hidden behind reinforced steel was a secret chamber.

Led by the man in the black suit, Andrew and Rachel stepped inside.

Rachel's face had gone pale, but Andrew remained completely calm and collected.

"Sir, this guy insisted on seeing you!" the man growled as soon as they entered.

At the far end of the chamber sat a massive black throne chair. Seated on it was a burly, broad-shouldered man with a thick beard and dark, blotchy skin. His sharp, beast-like eyes gleamed with danger at every twitch.

This was Ronald, known throughout Blumedale as the Onyx Dragon King, ranked on par with Marcelo. The black blotches that covered his face gave him his name, a title he only earned after making a name for himself.

Before that, people called him Onyx Serpent, a name not nearly as dignified.

"Wow. What an impressive spirit from the younger generation. Mr. Lloyd, you weren't born in Blumedale, and I've never heard of you in Holtrien's southern martial scene either. But you showed up here just a few months ago and built an empire from scratch? That's something to admire," Ronald said with a cold glint in his eyes and a fake smile.

Andrew responded casually, "I appreciate the compliment, sir. But compared to your reputation, my small accomplishments don't amount to much."

Ronald let out a hearty laugh. "Nonsense! You're a rising legend now! Otherwise, how else would you dare barge into my turf, loud and proud? Had me thinking maybe you already took over all of Blumedale. Got me shaking in my boots, afraid to even breathe."

Though the words were polite, the tone turned darker with each sentence.

Without needing a command, 23 men seated nearby immediately stood, drawing their weapons and surrounding Andrew.

In an instant, dozens of gun barrels pointed right at him.

Rachel trembled from head to toe, nearly on the verge of tears. "Dragon King, please don't! Let's talk this through!"

Ronald's eyes narrowed, his tone murderous. "Talk? Talk, my ass! This little punk dares to stir trouble on my turf? Fine! Since he's so fearless, I'll show him what a real tiger's bite feels like!"

Yet, Andrew remained unfazed. He said flatly, "Dragon King, this isn't exactly how you treat a guest."

Ronald froze, then burst out laughing and turned to his men. "Did you all hear what this kid just said? He wants me to treat him like a guest! That's rich!"

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