The room was abruptly filled with over a dozen men in ck suits, all wearing sunsses.


    A round of apuse broke the silence as Drake strode in.


    "Wee to our fine Azuria, Mr. Zeller! As the host, it''s only right for me to show you some hospitality!".


    Although Felix was surprised to see him, he merely chuckled lightly. "You''ve got quite the knack for digging your own grave. You could''ve lived afortable life here in Azuria, but you''ve gone and made the most foolish choice possible." Drake''s smile vanished instantly upon hearing Felix''s bold words.


    "You arrogant brat!" he snarled. "Open your damn eyes and look around. This is Azuria, not Dragonia! Whatever connections or money you have means nothing here. Got it?"


    Settling into a chair his subordinates had brought over, Drake crossed his legs arrogantly. "I''ll even give you the same deal I offered at Sixview Peak. Kneel before me, apologize, and promise never to go near Nancy again, and I''ll let you off." Felix nced around at the assembled group, his gaze calm. He raised a hand, pointing dismissively. "Do you really think these ipetentckeys can handle me?"


    Drake sneered. "Do you think I''m ignorant of Dragonian martial arts? I''ve ounted for that. Do you think we can''t take you down?"


    At his signal, all of his men drew pistols, each fitted with suppressors. Clearly, they hade prepared.


    "Guns? Azuria really is lenient. Pulling out guns in a restaurant in broad daylight?"


    Finally, Drake felt a surge of confidence. Smirking, he said, "Do you now see what kind of power I wield in Azuria? This is my homnd. I do what I want whenever I want. So, are you going to kneel or not?"


    Felix shook his head, remaining seated and unbothered. "Your homnd, huh? Do you believe that I can sit right here without lifting a finger, and it''ll be you kneeling in the end?"


    Drake leaped to his feet, pointing angrily. "Bullshit! Why would''I kneel to you? You asked for this!"


    As Drake began to raise his hand, his men abruptly bowed toward the door in unison, their voices ringing out.


    ""Mr. Walter."


    Curious, Drake turned around and was stunned by what he saw.


    "Mr. Walter? You''re here for a meal, too? Don''t worry, I''m just dealing with a small matter. I won''t disturb you.".


    Arge, imposing middle-aged man stepped into the room. His cold, piercing eyes matched the weight of his status.


    Gavin Walter was the personal bodyguard of the president of Titan Holdings. He was one of Azuria''s most influential figures, and everyone respectfully addressed him as "Mr. Walter Without a word, Gavin pointed at Drake and ordered, "Everyone else, out. You stay." "Yes, sir!"


    The gunmen didn''t hesitate. They bolted from the room, knowing that crossing Gavin meant there would be no ce to hide in Azuria.


    Gavin had once been a top-tier underworld figure, and his association with Titan Holdings''s chairman had elevated him even further. One could only imagine the power he held.


    "Mr. Walter, there must be some misunderstanding. I''ve never had any disputes with you, "Drake said.


    Drake stood frozen, swallowing hard. He racked his brain, unable to think of any reason for a conflict with Gavin.


    Gavin ignored him. Stepping to the side, he bowed deeply. "Please enter the room, sir.


    When a new figure stepped into the room, Drake''s jaw dropped in utter shock.


    "How dare youy a hand on my guest?" Caleb said.