3 Chapter 3

The panic-stricken owner, aptly nicknamed Sweat-face, went livid when he found out what was happening and who was responsible. Can you blame the guy? Anything that happens to a millionaire's son in their establishment would mean inevitable consequences. Knowing that is enough for me not to care and keep singing.

Alden, staring at the kneeling men at the corner of his eyes, felt a twinge of pity for the men.

"I hope my new identity and flight are ready after this event," Alden decided that this would be the last night where he would have nothing to do with Choi.

Years of planning his escape have finally come to fruition.

He knew what he was doing. Alden knew what he was getting himself into, but his parents died in a car accident when he finished middle school. Having no one to support him in the hour of need, Alden had to cling to Choi to survive.

He knew Choi well enough, too, and his habits. All the secret dealings his father did under federal watch. Choi is your typical son of corrupt officials.

"It may sound twisted, but being 'best friends' with Choi is a liberation, Hehe he," Alden thought while continuing to sing.

In a minute's chaos fell inside the Dome Dragon, five lackeys threw chairs and bottles. People are screaming, bodyguards too frightened to get involved. Choi is enjoying himself and laughing as if this has nothing to do with him. On his knees and begging.

"Mr. Choi, I'm begging you, please stop them; we have always done our best to make sure you enjoy your stay at our humble establishment," Sweat-faced pleaded. His two bodyguards followed along.

"Boss, please, we are doing our best to serve you and your friends."

"Yes, we're doing our best."

Choi just pretended as if he didn't hear anyone talking and watched his friends having 'fun.' Scanning around the entire room and hoping that his voice would send some message to the lackeys to stop out of goodwill, sweat face continued.

"Mr. Choi, please make them stop, I'm going to run out of business, and my higher-ups will not be happy about this."

Knowing not to add fuel to the fire for the old guy, Alden stopped singing and spoke over the mic.

"Mr. Sweat-face, why do you always look like you're on the verge of going crazy?" Alden added while smirking.

"Sorry, old men, I promise after tonight will be the last time you see me," Alden apologized while thinking.

"HAHAHHAHA." loud clamouring of laughter reverberated around the hall club

Side-glancing at Alden and giving him a look as if his eyes could talk, "If Mr. Choi isn't around me, I would have strangled you to death for talking to me like that."

Alden merely Shrugged it off and overlooked his bloodthirsty intent.

"Hmph," He continued,

"Mr. Choi, please."

Choi stopped laughing and looked at Alden for a few moments, then at Mr. Sweat-face before saying.

"And why should I care about your plea?" he said, annoyed.

"....." Alden noticed Choi suddenly stared at him.

Whenever Choi prolongs his stare at someone, it usually means he has plans involving that person. "What was that look about? Is he planning something?" Alden, being overly intoxicated, has ignored it as nothing.

"Perhaps my senses have gone numb," Alden thought.

"Mr. Choi, please, you don't have to care about it, but you have to let at least us amend our mistake and because we won't be able to serve you next time," Sweat-faced spoke.

"Hoho, so you're saying you're not gonna serve my friends and me next time," Choi sharpened his gaze at the men. Dare go against him; it would only spill blood. Still, panic raised sweat face continued.

"No, no, no, I didn't say that. I meant to say we won't be able to serve anyone. My boss will have to spend money to fix the damaged equipment, and it will take even more time if this goes on. We will have to close the Dome Dragon, and if we close it an-

"Aren't you the owner of this business?" Choi cuts him off.

"Yes. No, I mean no, I don't own this business; I just run it. Mr. Collin owns this place, and he owns all parts in this district area."