The King Of War Returns (Jaden Rift) novel Chapter 45

The Black Dragon group's members are said to be mysterious people not showing faces in ordinary places. They are only active when an important global matters need to be discussed and wherever they appear there's always a blood bath. No one can recognize these men except for this piece of clothing.

Mr. Gabriel’s legs nearly gave out when he saw it. That symbol.

“Wh-What the hell… how can a member of the Black Dragon Group be here?” he stammered, his face pale.

The guard beside him clearly didn’t get it. “Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear what Mr. Gabriel said? Get down from your damn car and kowtow to him now!”

Crack!

Gabriel swung fast, knocking the guard flat with a punch to the jaw.

“You idiot!” he barked. “Keep your mouth shut! You don’t even know who you’re talking to!” Gabriel dropped to his knees and slammed his forehead to the ground. “Forgive me, Master. I didn’t recognize you…”

The car door opened.

Jaden stepped out. Clean. Calm. Controlled. His steps were quiet, but the pressure in the air turned heavy like a storm was rolling in. Drax stood right behind him, arms crossed, scanning the area like a war machine.

“I only asked a question,” Jaden said. “Is it okay I parked here?”

Gabriel’s head bobbed up and down. “Y-Yes! Of course, Master! You can park anywhere. You own the place if you want!”

Jaden nodded. “Good. Take me to Baron.”

“Right away, sir. This way.”

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Inside the Grand Imperial Club, at the top floor where regular people weren't allowed to breathe, Baron sat like a king. His throne wasn’t just a chair—it was power. Behind him, over a hundred men in black suits stood straight as rifles. Trained. Armed. Dangerous.

A soldier leaned in. “Boss. He’s here.”

Baron leaned back, smirking. He sipped from a glass of wine. “The kid really came? Without the girl? Ballsy.”

The heavy doors opened.

Jaden walked in like he owned the floor. Drax followed, calm but coiled like a loaded gun.

Baron looked them up and down, still lounging in his seat. “So. You’ve got guts showing up here empty-handed.”

“You're Baron?” Jaden asked casually.

One of Baron’s men stepped forward, snarling. “Show some respect, bastard! Kowtow to Master Baron!”

Jaden raised an eyebrow. “And if I don’t?”

“I’ll rip your head off, that’s what!”

The air snapped.

WHOOOM!

A wave of pressure exploded from Jaden like a bomb. The charging men collapsed instantly, choking, gripping their necks, twitching on the ground.

“What the—?” one of them gasped before passing out.

Baron staggered backward, eyes wide.

“That… that’s the Dragon Technique…”

He froze. That wasn’t just martial arts—that was forbidden. Lost. Untouchable. Only taught in the inner circle of Dragon City.

“You recognize it,” Jaden said, stepping forward, his foot landing on one of the unconscious guards with a crunch. “Good. That saves time.”

He stopped in front of Baron.

“You had one shot. You wasted it.”

Baron’s lips trembled. “Wh… Who are you?”