Chapter 105: The Dragon King Supreme

The scent of aged whiskey and expensive cigar smoke hung in the air of Duke Collins’s private lounge, a thick, cloying testament to the power brokered within its walls. Duke sat back in his leather armchair, a picture of relaxed authority, a faint, predatory smile playing on his lips. He had made his offer, laid his cards on the table. In his world, it was an offer one did not refuse. “I’m offering you a seat,” Duke repeated, his voice a low, smooth rumble that seemed to vibrate with...