After shouting like a madman, Victor stormed into a high-end restaurant, his steps exaggerated and arrogant, as if he owned the very ground he walked on.
His aura radiated a cold, almost unnatural energy... like he was literally releasing ice from his body, chilling the air around him.
The guards at the entrance and the receptionist stationed by the door didn't even consider questioning him. They knew better than to block someone who looked like they could freeze them with just a glance and just by his clothes and arrogant nature they knew it was one of those Powerful Young Masters. Bowing their heads submissively, they let him pass without so much as a word.
Victor smirked to himself, satisfaction swelling in his chest. He strode confidently to a table by the window, taking a seat with a perfect view of the outside world. He relaxed into the chair, crossing his legs as he gazed out, taking in the vibrant cityscape.