Chapter 4: Fear Is the First Step
And when two kings meet…
it's either an alliance,
or a war. 🖤🔥
As our words echo through the bar,
the entire casino atmosphere shifts.
The people who were enjoying their drinks just moments ago—
their laughter dies.
Cards freeze on the tables.
The music seems to slow down.
Whispers begin—
low, fearful.
"Did you hear that?"
"The Weapon Queen…?"
"And him… Mafia King Adrien."
Some people push their chairs back slightly.
Some avoid eye contact.
Some stand up without even finishing their drinks.
A man mutters quietly,
"These two teams… they're extremely dangerous."
Another whispers,
"One Weapon Queen… and one Mafia King.
Staying away from them is the only way to stay alive."
The bar is now soaked in fear.
Adrien stops and looks back for a second.
No expression on his face—
but his presence alone is enough.
I stop as well, casting a brief glance across the bar.
No arrogance.
No show-off.
Just a silent warning.
My team—perfectly calm.
His team—perfectly ready.
And the entire bar understands—
👉 These are not ordinary people.
👉 These are two legends standing face to face.
Without turning around, Adrien says,
"Looks like we've put the whole bar into silence."
I reply with a faint smile,
"Fear… is the first step toward respect."
That small smirk appears at the corner of Adrien's lips again.
"Agreed."
And then we move forward—
toward the private room.
Left behind is a bar
that will remember only one thing—
When the Weapon Queen and the Mafia King are in the same place,
everyone else
is just the audience.
And when two kings meet…
it's either an alliance,
or a war. 🖤🔥
As our words echo through the bar,
the entire casino atmosphere shifts.
The people who were enjoying their drinks just moments ago—
their laughter dies.
Cards freeze on the tables.
The music seems to slow down.
Whispers begin—
low, fearful.
"Did you hear that?"
"The Weapon Queen…?"
"And him… Mafia King Adrien."
Some people push their chairs back slightly.
Some avoid eye contact.
Some stand up without even finishing their drinks.
A man mutters quietly,
"These two teams… they're extremely dangerous."
Another whispers,
"One Weapon Queen… and one Mafia King.
Staying away from them is the only way to stay alive."
The bar is now soaked in fear.
Adrien stops and looks back for a second.
No expression on his face—
but his presence alone is enough.
I stop as well, casting a brief glance across the bar.
No arrogance.
No show-off.
Just a silent warning.
My team—perfectly calm.
His team—perfectly ready.
And the entire bar understands—
👉 These are not ordinary people.
👉 These are two legends standing face to face.
Without turning around, Adrien says,
"Looks like we've put the whole bar into silence."
I reply with a faint smile,
"Fear… is the first step toward respect."
That small smirk appears at the corner of Adrien's lips again.
"Agreed."
And then we move forward—
toward the private room.
Left behind is a bar
that will remember only one thing—
When the Weapon Queen and the Mafia King are in the same place,
everyone else
is just the audience.