King Yelly’s jaw clenched tightly as he stared down from the balcony.

Below him, Twenty’s section had completely stolen the atmosphere of the nightclub.

Women who were supposed to be in his section were now laughing around another man. His own bodyguard was seated with the opps drinking liquor like he belonged there.

And worst of all...

That pale bastard sitting beside Twenty kept smiling at him like this entire situation was amusing.

King Yelly slowly rose to his feet.

The women around him immediately noticed the shift in his expression and instinctively moved aside.

The rapper adjusted the heavy diamond chains hanging around his neck before speaking coldly.

"Come."

Four large men immediately followed behind him as he headed downstairs.

The moment people noticed him moving toward Twenty’s section, the atmosphere inside the nightclub shifted again.

Phones immediately came out.

People started whispering loudly.

"Ooh shit."

"They finna crash out."

"Yelly heading over there."

"This boutta get ugly."

Even the DJ lowered the music slightly after noticing the tension building across the VIP floor.

Meanwhile, Damian remained seated calmly with a woman straddling his lap while another traced her fingers lazily across his chest.

Twenty noticed Yelly approaching and grinned.

"Showtime."

King Yelly finally stopped directly in front of the booth.

Up close, the rapper looked intimidating.

Tall, athletic, and covered in tattoos and diamonds.

People instinctively stepped aside as he stood before their table, his cold eyes alternating between Damian and Twenty.

The pressure around him was obvious. But Twenty did not move. Neither did Damian.

The entire nightclub seemed to pause around them.

King Yelly glanced around at the women who had abandoned his section before his eyes finally landed on Twenty.

"You recruiting from my section now?" he asked coldly.

Twenty burst into laughter.

"Recruiting?" he repeated mockingly. "Nigga this ain’t the NBA."

Several girls around the booth laughed immediately.

Yelly’s expression darkened slightly.

One of the women seated beside Twenty slowly crossed her legs before speaking fearlessly.

"We walked over here ourselves."

Another nodded immediately.

"Y’all section boring."

The nearby crowd reacted loudly.

"OHHHHHH!"

King Yelly’s men immediately stepped forward aggressively.

The atmosphere tightened instantly.

Meanwhile, Damian calmly picked up his drink and took a slow sip without even glancing at them.

King Yelly finally noticed him properly. The rapper’s eyes narrowed slowly.

"You the nigga playing games?"

Damian slowly lowered his glass. The entire booth seemed to quiet down naturally around him.

Then he smiled faintly.

"Depends," Damian answered calmly. "Are you losing?"

A loud reaction exploded nearby. Twenty slapped the table laughing.

"THIS NIGGA!"

King Yelly’s face twitched visibly. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

For the first time in years, someone had openly embarrassed him publicly inside a packed nightclub. And somehow the bastard still looked relaxed doing it.

The rapper stepped closer.

"I don’t know who the fuck you are," he said coldly. "But you getting a little too comfortable."

Damian tilted his head slightly while studying him carefully.

He could see it clearly.

King Yelly was still hesitating internally. That was not what Damian wanted.

[Wavelength Of Iniquity Activated]

Buzz!

An invisible wavelength diffused outward from Damian’s body, spreading silently across the nightclub.

Damian’s eyes glowed crimson briefly.

And King Yelly’s eyes mirrored the same faint color for a split second.

Instantly, the rapper’s irritation intensified unnaturally.

His emotions began boiling hotter than they should.

Every laugh around him suddenly sounded more disrespectful. Every stare felt mocking.

Even Damian’s calm expression now looked unbearably arrogant.

"You angry?" Damian asked softly.

That single question nearly snapped something inside Yelly completely.

"What the fuck you think?" he barked.

Twenty leaned back comfortably with both arms stretched across the booth.

"Damn Yelly," he chuckled. "You emotional as hell tonight."

One of Yelly’s men suddenly slammed his hand aggressively against the table.

"Watch your mouth."

Several women flinched.

But Damian slowly turned his eyes toward the man.

The bodyguard froze instantly.

For a brief second, it felt like something monstrous had stared at him through Damian’s eyes.

The man’s legs suddenly weakened and warm liquid spread down his pants.

The same girls who had been frightened earlier immediately burst into laughter.

"Nigga peed himself after acting tough!"

King Yelly and his men looked confused by the sudden reaction around them.

They still could not fully grasp what was happening.

While the other guards dragged the humiliated bodyguard away quickly, Damian calmly returned his attention toward Yelly.

"You should calm down," he advised casually.

"Or what?" King Yelly snarled.

Damian smiled faintly.

Then he leaned slightly forward before slowly rising to his feet.

"Or you embarrass yourself further."

His voice had turned cold. The first step was baiting the target.

The second was humiliation.

Once humiliation became public, retreat became difficult.

Then came the final step.

Instigation.

The nightclub erupted loudly again.

"OOOOHHHH!"

Twenty nearly fell off the couch laughing while King Yelly’s breathing visibly deepened.

The rapper looked seconds away from exploding completely.

Then suddenly one of the girls beside Twenty spoke again.

"You honestly looked way better online."

Silence.

Pure silence.

Damian slowly turned toward the girl with genuine shock written across his face.

Even he had not expected the killing blow to come from someone else.

The nearby crowd completely lost their minds.

"Oh nahhh!"

"She violated him!"

Yelly’s face darkened completely.

Without warning, he lunged toward the woman violently.

However, before his hand could even reach her Damian grabbed his wrist.

"You don’t put hands on women because your ego got hurt."

King Yelly stared directly into Damian’s glowing violet eyes.

Then suddenly, he violently jerked his hand backward but Damian released him abruptly.

The force caused Yelly to stumble backward awkwardly before crashing onto his backside.

The room exploded with laughter instantly. Camera flashes erupted everywhere.

Several guards rushed forward to help Yelly up while the remaining men immediately pulled guns and pointed them toward Damian.

Twenty shuddered briefly, his eyes darting toward Damian.

But after seeing Damian’s calm expression, he relaxed again and continued laughing, though slightly more awkwardly this time.

"You sure you wanna pull that trigger here?" Damian sneered calmly. "I’m not sure you got enough bullets to kill all of us."

The guards frowned instinctively, their eyes darting around the nightclub.

Only now did they fully realize how many people were recording.

"I’m sure we got streamers in here too," Twenty laughed loudly. "Even if y’all got enough bullets, you ain’t getting away with it."

The entire room joined in laughing immediately.

And for the first time that night King Yelly truly realized he had lost control of the situation.