Chapter 21

The waiter hesitated, unsure if he had heard correctly. “The… Golden Special, sir?” he repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“That’s right,” Zen confirmed, his tone as calm as ever. “Two plates, if you don’t mind.”

Paul’s sneer faltered slightly as he realized what Zen had ordered. The Golden Special was the restaurant’s most expensive dish, renowned for its rarity and luxury. It cost a staggering $30,000 per plate—an amount that even Paul himself would hesitate to spend on a single meal.

“You’re bluffing,” he said, trying to regain his composure. “There’s no way you can afford that.”

Without a word, Zen reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a sleek, black card, handing it to the waiter. The waiter’s eyes widened as he took the card, recognizing it immediately.

Around them, the murmurs in the restaurant grew louder. Whispers spread quickly as people took note of the black card Zen had handed over.

“Isn’t that…?”

“Yes, it is. That’s a black card.”

“But only the highest of