Harem of the Dragon Lord Vol.1
Copyright© 2026 by BillMax
Chapter 10
A searing pain exploded across Lord Tristan Voss’s face. He was completely stunned. This filthy beggar had actually dared to hit him?
“Are you threatening me? Who the hell gave you the courage?” Ethan Blackthorn said icily. “If I weren’t worried about scaring my wife, you’d already be reporting to the afterlife.”
At some point his gaze had changed. It was now sharp as a blade and deep as an abyss — the kind of look that could swallow a man’s soul whole.
Lord Tristan’s heart skipped a beat. He had survived decades in the underworld and seen every kind of stare imaginable, yet none had ever felt this terrifying. Not even the King of Silverton — or the far more powerful Southern King, Dominic Hale — had eyes like this. For a brief second, Lord Tristan genuinely believed the kid would kill him without hesitation.
He had planned to keep pushing, but he quickly changed his mind. This beggar clearly had real skill. If they came to blows, he would be the one who ended up broken. The smartest move was to survive first and settle the score later.
With that thought, Lord Tristan spat viciously, “Brat, you’re ruthless. We’ll meet again!”
He turned to leave with Viper Kane, but Ethan wasn’t about to let them walk away so easily. Humiliate my wife and then just stroll out? Not in this lifetime.
“Stop,” Ethan commanded.
Lord Tristan turned back, barely containing his rage. “Kid, what more do you want?”
“First, apologize to my wife. Second, pay the bill.”
Lord Tristan trembled with fury. He had already backed down, yet this brat was still pushing it. Did he really think Lord Tristan Voss was afraid of him?
“You little bastard, you really think—”
SLAP!
Before he could finish, Ethan delivered another heavy backhand across his face. The pain was so intense Lord Tristan nearly blacked out.
“Do you think I was negotiating with you?” Ethan asked coldly.
Lord Tristan’s blood pressure skyrocketed. He glared at Ethan, their eyes locked in a tense standoff. Finally, grinding his teeth, he snarled, “Fine! I’ll apologize ... and I’ll pay the bill!”
The murderous aura around Ethan vanished instantly. He beamed like a completely different person. “Thank you, Lord Tristan.” He turned to Viper Kane. “Brother, are you okay? You really shouldn’t drink if you can’t hold your liquor. Look at you — you even bumped into the wall and started spitting blood. Hurry up and clean that mess.”
Ethan was smiling, but for some reason both Lord Tristan and Viper Kane shuddered. Viper Kane quickly wiped the bloodstain from the floor.
Once the room looked presentable, Ethan stood up and opened the door.
Serena Blake had been pacing anxiously outside the Supreme VIP Room. She desperately wanted to know what was happening inside, but the soundproofing was too good. Part of her was genuinely worried about Ethan. But then she remembered how stubbornly he had barged in, and fresh anger made her want to scream.
Hmph. When you finally come out with your face beaten to a pulp, don’t expect me to take you to the hospital!
The door suddenly swung open. Serena’s heart sank. She whipped her head around — only to see Ethan standing there, beaming as if nothing had happened.
She was stunned. Lord Tristan didn’t deal with him?
“Honey, it’s all taken care of,” Ethan said cheerfully.
Serena scoffed. She didn’t believe for a second that he had actually “taken care of” Lord Tristan Voss. That was a man even she couldn’t handle. How could a beggar possibly succeed? He must have knelt and begged, or agreed to some humiliating conditions. That was the only reason he wasn’t beaten black and blue.
Filled with dissatisfaction, Serena strode into the private room.
Everything looked normal. Lord Tristan sat on the sofa. Viper Kane stood emotionlessly beside him, as if nothing had happened.
The moment Serena entered, Lord Tristan struggled to his feet. In a somber voice he said, “Serena Blake, I was wrong today. I apologize. Also ... have someone calculate how much I’ve spent drinking here over the years. I’ll pay the entire bill.”
BOOM!
Serena was completely astonished. Is this really the ruthless Lord Tristan Voss? Apologizing and offering to pay his tab?
“Honey, you’d better calculate how much that is,” Ethan said with a smile.
Serena snapped out of her shock. She didn’t dare accept the apology or the money. Lord Tristan had never paid a single penny since she took over the bar, and the tab was easily ten million or more. But she knew she couldn’t afford the consequences of forcing him to pay.
“Lord Tristan, your presence is an honor to my bar. Please, don’t worry about the bill.”
Lord Tristan subconsciously glanced at Ethan. Seeing the young man watching him with that same calm smile, his heart sank.
“Serena Blake, if you don’t let me pay today, you’re looking down on me — Lord Tristan Voss.”
Serena was shocked again. Did he take the wrong medicine?