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THE DRINK WAS A TRAP
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The waiter’s smirk stayed on his face, but Evans could tell it was starting to shake at the edges.

The bar had gone quiet in the way rich places do when trouble appears. Not silent, not respectful, just alert.

People leaned back in their chairs with their drinks still in their hands, watching like it was entertainment they didn’t have to pay extra for.

The manager pointed toward the entrance with two fingers, like Evans was a stain. “Security will escort you out. Now.”

Evans didn’t stand. He didn’t argue with the manager anymore. His eyes stayed on the waiter’s face, on the small muscle near his jaw that kept tightening, then relaxing, like he was fighting the urge to run.

Patrick’s voice dropped low. “Evans, if you’re about to do something, do it clean.”

Evans answered without looking away. “I’m already doing it clean.”

The waiter leaned forward, enjoying the attention again. “You heard the manager. Take your cheap instincts somewhere else.”

Evans finally spoke louder, not shouting,
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    A customer screamed. A chair scraped. Someone dropped their phone.Patrick didn’t move, but his eyes sharpened. “Evans…”Evans took one step forward and looked down at the waiter, who was now clutching his chest and coughing like he had swallowed dust.The waiter tried to crawl back, eyes wide. “W-what did you do?”Evans’ voice stayed level. “I took your confidence.”The manager barked, panicked now. “Call the police! Call the—”The word spread faster than panic.“He—he used it,” someone whispered near the bar, voice shaking. “That wasn’t normal.”A woman backed away from her table, clutching her purse to her chest. “That’s Dragon Force,” she said, almost choking on the words. “I’ve seen videos. That’s exactly how they do it.”Another patron stood abruptly, knocking his chair over. “One of them is here,” he hissed. “We need to leave. Now. People with the Dragon Force are powerful and dangerous.”Fear rolled through the room in waves. Drinks were abandoned. Hands trembled. People wh

  • THE DRINK WAS A TRAP

    The waiter’s smirk stayed on his face, but Evans could tell it was starting to shake at the edges.The bar had gone quiet in the way rich places do when trouble appears. Not silent, not respectful, just alert. People leaned back in their chairs with their drinks still in their hands, watching like it was entertainment they didn’t have to pay extra for.The manager pointed toward the entrance with two fingers, like Evans was a stain. “Security will escort you out. Now.”Evans didn’t stand. He didn’t argue with the manager anymore. His eyes stayed on the waiter’s face, on the small muscle near his jaw that kept tightening, then relaxing, like he was fighting the urge to run.Patrick’s voice dropped low. “Evans, if you’re about to do something, do it clean.”Evans answered without looking away. “I’m already doing it clean.”The waiter leaned forward, enjoying the attention again. “You heard the manager. Take your cheap instincts somewhere else.”Evans finally spoke louder, not shouting,

  • SWEET POISON

    Evans didn’t answer right away. He breathed in once more, letting the smell settle in his nose. Under the sweetness, there was something else. Something designed to sit quietly in the bloodstream and cloud the mind.“I’m sure,” Evans said.Patrick studied him. “How sure?”Evans finally looked at him. “Enough to not drink it.”Patrick’s gaze stayed steady. “And if you’re wrong, you just embarrassed us in front of half the bar.”Evans replied, “If I’m right, we leave alive.”Patrick’s lips pressed together. “So you think it's not just expired. You think it’s drugged.” Mr Patrick used his Celestro Dragon Force ability to read Ethan's mind.Evans did not say yes. He did not say no. His silence was careful. It was survival.Patrick exhaled and leaned back. “Alright,” he said. “Then let them talk. I want to see what this is.”Evans did not relax. The waiter’s earlier smile kept replaying in his mind. Too smooth. Too ready. Not shocked enough for a serious accusation.The waiter returned wi

  • LUXURY HAS A SMELL

    The moment Evans said the drink was expired, the music in the bar did not stop, but the air around their table did.The waiter’s polite smile held for a second too long, like it was glued on. His eyes flicked down to the amber liquid, then back up to Evans, measuring him. Around them, the bar remained warm and expensive, filled with low laughter, soft jazz, and the clean scent of polished wood.“Expired?” the waiter repeated, voice still smooth. “Sir, that’s not possible.”Patrick sat back in his chair and watched without interrupting. He looked relaxed, but his gaze stayed sharp, the kind of calm that came from experience. Evans did not look away from the glass.“Yes,” Evans said. “Expired.”The waiter’s smile tightened. “This is a premium blend. Imported. Sealed. If you don’t like the taste, I can recommend something else, but calling it expired is… a serious claim.”Evans kept his voice even. “Then take it back.”The waiter’s brows rose slightly. “Sir, with respect, you already re

  • THE TASTE OF SOMETHING WRONG

    How could an ordinary waiter guess weather or not they possessed a Dragon ForcePatrick nodded. “Give me this special drink of yours.” Mr Patrick said.The waiter looked at Evans. “And for you, sir?”Evans kept his voice plain. “Same.”The waiter smiled he understood the fact that maybe both Evans and Mr Patrick wanted to keep the identities as people with the dragon force. “Excellent choice.”As the waiter walked away, Evans leaned slightly forward. “A man like you doesn’t spend three million casually,” he said. “And now you’re ordering premium drinks like this is a celebration.”Patrick chuckled. “Do you count every coin?”Evans’s gaze stayed fixed. “I count motives.”Patrick’s eyes met his. “Then count the motive that matters. Blackridge is not a joke. You need to be sharp.”Evans answered, “I’m always sharp.”Patrick’s lips curved. “Then you don’t need to worry about a drink.”Evans didn’t reply. He was still bothered by the same thing. The fog. The locked mind. The way Patrick mo

  • A DRINK BEFORE THE KNIFE

    Evans’s voice stayed even. “I’ll decide whether you’re an ally or another trap.”The elevator reached the top with a shake. The doors opened into the yard filled with rusted containers and cold air. They walked fast toward the sleek dark car that looked too clean for a place like this.Outside, a few underground runners were gathered near the fence. They had the hungry eyes of people who lived on rumors. They stared at Patrick’s suit and Evans’s cheap clothes and tried to understand how those two things belonged together.One runner muttered, “That kid came in with him.”Another answered, “Boris and Silas went in laughing.”A third voice said, “And now those two are the ones walking out.”Evans reached the car first. He opened the passenger door and slid in without looking at anyone. Patrick entered the driver’s side and started the engine right away.As the car rolled forward, the yard faded behind them. Evans watched the exit road like he expected another ambush, but no one moved

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