Harem of the Dragon Lord
Copyright© 2026 by BillMax
Chapter 30
He soon arrived at his destination. The Emperor Club was even more imposing than Serena’s bar and truly lived up to its reputation as the top nightclub in Silverton City.
Ethan had just stepped inside when a server snapped at him with a fierce look. “Get lost, you filthy beggar! This isn’t a place for trash like you!”
“What was that? A little louder,” Ethan said with a smile.
“Damn it, are you fucking deaf?”
The moment the words left the man’s mouth, Ethan’s hand shot out.
SMACK!
The server’s head exploded.
The bustling nightclub descended into chaos as customers screamed and fled for their lives. In moments, the vast space was empty.
More than ten security guards surrounded Ethan like a pack of hungry wolves.
Ethan looked at the worthless guards with disdain. “Tell Lord Tristan Voss to get his ass out here,” he said coolly. “Otherwise, I don’t mind giving this shithole a bloodbath.”
“Kid, do you have a death wish, coming to cause trouble at The Emperor Club?” a burly fellow bellowed.
Before the man could finish speaking, Ethan lunged forward and grabbed him by the throat. The guard was startled and tried to resist, but Ethan gave him no such chance. With a swift twist, he snapped the man’s neck.
The man collapsed to the ground, as limp as a noodle, his eyes bulging wide in a final, unseeing stare.
The vast nightclub fell so silent you could hear a pin drop. A spine-chilling aura spread throughout the room, enveloping everyone present. The previously menacing guards didn’t dare make a move; they couldn’t even summon the courage to look at Ethan.
It couldn’t be helped. In the face of absolute power, everything else was a facade.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed from the floor above. Soon after, Lord Tristan Voss descended the stairs, his face livid.
“You filthy beggar, you dare cause trouble in my club? Are you looking to die?” Lord Tristan Voss roared.
Though his voice wasn’t loud, it carried an intimidating presence befitting a man of his status—an aura far beyond that of an ordinary person.
Ethan looked at him with cold eyes.
“Kneel.”
Lord Tristan Voss began to sneer. This filthy beggar is certainly arrogant, daring to tell me to kneel in my own territory. But he wasn’t angry at all, because he knew Ethan’s end had come. To brazenly murder someone in Silverton City ... this man truly has a death wish. Indeed, he had already called the police. He had just got off the phone with Chief Benjamin Hale. Others might think I’ve lost face. After all, I’m one of the Southern King’s right-hand men, yet a filthy beggar forced me to call the police. But I don’t see it that way. First, this beggar has some real strength—he took down my Profound Level bodyguard in a single blow. If I fought him head-on, I’d definitely be the one to lose. Of course, I could ask my boss, the Southern King, for help. But if he found out, I’d be the one humiliated. Besides, I know the Southern King is already unhappy with me. If I troubled him with this, he’d only become more displeased. It’s much better to let Chief Benjamin Hale handle it. He’s the chief of police in Silverton City; dealing with this beggar will be a piece of cake. Even if this beggar knows some cultivation, I’m sure he wouldn’t dare take on the police. Besides, he openly committed murder. Morally and legally, this is a matter for Chief Benjamin Hale to handle.
Lord Tristan Voss sneered. “Idiot. You think you can strut around Silverton City just because you have a few clumsy tricks? Let me tell you, I’ve already called the police. Soon you’ll find out what happens when you mess with me.”
Ethan was amused.
Ethan was amused. Does this idiot not know what happened this morning? This is hardly a call to the police. He’s clearly courting death.
“Hmph, you filthy beggar, what the hell are you laughing at?” Lord Tristan Voss asked coldly.
“I am, of course, laughing at your stupidity!”
“Stupid? Good. Very good. You’ll soon find out who the stupid one is,” Lord Tristan Voss said icily.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the piercing sound of police sirens suddenly erupted.
Lord Tristan Voss smiled, a cruel twist to his lips. “You filthy beggar, your doom has arrived!”
Ethan scoffed dismissively. Then he saw Chief Benjamin Hale marching in with more than a dozen police officers.
Lord Tristan Voss quickly went to greet them. With a fawning smile, he said, “Chief Hale, I’ve been eagerly awaiting your arrival.”
Chief Benjamin Hale nodded and asked gravely, “What happened?”
“Some trash is causing trouble in my club. What’s more, he’s killed two people!”
Lord Tristan Voss was smug. He could already envision this filthy beggar being dragged away by Chief Benjamin Hale. Once he was gone, he would undoubtedly face execution by firing squad.
Chief Benjamin Hale’s heart sank. This is no small matter.
“Where’s the troublemaker?” he asked quickly.
Pointing at Ethan with pride, Lord Tristan Voss said, “It’s this filthy beggar!”
Chief Benjamin Hale’s gaze fell instantly on Ethan. The next second, he was utterly stunned. He had never dreamed the killer would be Ethan Blackthorn.
To put it plainly, Chief Benjamin Hale didn’t dare take Ethan away. There was no way, not after the incident this morning. Chief Benjamin Hale had assumed everything was over, but who could have imagined that at noon, he would receive a call from the head of the national Public Security Department? During the call, his superior specifically instructed him to accommodate Ethan in every way.
Chief Benjamin Hale had instinctively asked who Ethan was, but he was met with a cold response: Ethan’s background was not something a person of his rank was qualified to inquire about.
The morning’s events had already made Chief Benjamin Hale realize that Ethan’s identity was not simple, but he had never expected it to be this terrifying.
Seeing Chief Benjamin Hale hesitate, Lord Tristan Voss couldn’t help but urge, “Chief Hale, it’s this piece of trash!”
Chief Benjamin Hale came back to his senses. “Have your people stand down,” he said coolly.