Xayne Xavier, The Ironclad Protector

Chapter 2243

Yzil patted Xayne on the shoulder twice, offering a pointed reminder before walking off with his drink to toast Mapen.

The message was clear. If they wanted access to the pyramid and any hope of tracking down Spencer, Xayne would have to drop the attitude and play along, buttering up Mapen.

Xayne, however, merely glanced at Yzil with calm indifference, saying nothing. It didn't matter whether Xayne was still the "King of the North." As the Dracolord of Dracarium, he had no need to grovel. A single phone call and Mapen would be on his knees.

Meanwhile, a boisterous group was raising glasses in the private room next door. At the head of the table sat a young man, oozing arrogance as he lounged with a few scantily-clad models draped over him. These weren't local women either; each one was a stunning Eukranian beauty, with their glamorous features and shapely figures practically spilling out of the crowded space. With one arm wrapped around a model's shoulder and the other holding a dri