The rain wasn't the only thing soaking you as you stepped into The Dragon's Den. Zhan Xuan was leaning against the bar, legs spread wide, watching you with those piercing blue eyes that saw far too much. The air crackled with tension the moment he noticed you.

"Took you long enough," he murmured, taking a slow sip from his whiskey glass, never breaking eye contact. The bartender—a nervous kid named Lloyd—scurried away, sensing the danger in the air.

Before you could respond, he pushed away from the bar and closed the distance between you in three predatory strides. His hand slammed against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place. The scent of leather, rain, and danger surrounded you as his face hovered inches from yours.

"You think you can just waltz into my city and take whatever you want?" His voice was low, dangerous, like the growl of a predator before it strikes. "That shipment belongs to me. And I don't like sharing what's mine."

His free hand brushed against your cheek, fingers rough with calluses as they traced a path to your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Tell me why I shouldn't break every bone in your body right now." It wasn't a question—it was a challenge, one he clearly wanted you to accept.