King Yelly remained on the ground for several seconds while the nightclub laughed around him.

The sound crawled beneath his skin like needles.

Everywhere he looked, phones were pointed in his direction. People were recording while women openly laughed at him.

Even the DJ looked like he was struggling not to laugh.

The humiliation burned hotter than fire.

One of his guards quickly reached down toward him.

"Boss."

Yelly violently slapped the hand away before climbing back to his feet himself.

The rapper’s expensive jacket had wrinkled from the fall while liquor stains spread across one sleeve.

His chest rose and fell heavily.

Meanwhile, Damian remained standing calmly before the booth with one hand tucked inside his pocket.

That calmness only made everything worse.

King Yelly slowly glanced around the room again.

While he wanted to deal with Damian immediately, there were too many witnesses.

Too many cameras.

If violence broke out here tonight, the police would bury everyone involved.

Even his cartel would not protect him from this level of public stupidity.

His eyes slowly shifted toward the guns still aimed at Damian.

"Put them down," Yelly said coldly.

The guards hesitated briefly.

"Now."

Reluctantly, the weapons lowered.

The atmosphere inside the nightclub loosened slightly, but nobody stopped recording.

Nobody looked away.

They were all waiting to see what happened next.

King Yelly’s eyes returned toward Damian.

The rapper wanted to say something threatening.

Something heavy.

Something capable of salvaging his dignity.

But for some reason, standing in front of Damian made his instincts scream.

He was not sure why.

His gut feeling simply told him this man was not bluffing.

There was something about Damian he could not understand yet.

And that feeling irritated him even more.

"You lucky this a public place," Yelly finally muttered coldly.

Twenty burst into laughter instantly.

"Luck?" he mocked loudly. "Nigga you got folded in 4K."

The nearby crowd erupted again.

This time, King Yelly ignored him completely.

His eyes remained locked onto Damian’s face.

Damian smiled faintly before responding.

"Get home safely tonight."

His eyes revealed a faint violet glow.

The plan was complete.

First bait the target.

Then publicly humiliate him.

Then instigate him into an emotional outburst.

Now that everything had been achieved, it was time to send him off.

Buzz!

King Yelly’s body stiffened slightly.

The words sounded normal.

But something about the way Damian said them sent chills crawling across his spine.

For a brief second, he genuinely felt like he had just been warned.

The rapper frowned hard.

"What the fuck that supposed to mean?"

Damian simply shrugged.

"Exactly what I said."

Silence briefly settled around the booth.

Even Twenty glanced sideways at Damian.

That response sounded strangely unsettling.

King Yelly stared at Damian for several more seconds before finally stepping backward.

"Let’s go."

The rapper turned sharply and began walking away while his men surrounded him protectively.

However, the humiliation did not stop.

People were whispering loudly now.

"Nah Yelly got cooked."

"That white boy different."

"Bro folded him mentally."

"Who the fuck even is that nigga?"

One woman openly laughed as Yelly walked past her.

The rapper’s fists clenched violently.

But he kept walking.

By the time he disappeared upstairs toward the exit balcony, the nightclub atmosphere exploded completely.

The tension instantly transformed into excitement.

People rushed toward Twenty’s section.

Several women flocked toward Damian openly while phones continued recording nonstop.

Somebody suddenly shouted loudly from the crowd.

"TWENTY WON!"

The DJ immediately switched back to Twenty’s music and the entire nightclub roared again.

Twenty stood there stunned for several seconds before suddenly grabbing Damian by the shoulders.

"Nigga..." he laughed breathlessly. "What the fuck was that?"

Damian calmly sat back down while one of the women immediately climbed onto his lap again.

"What?"

"Don’t fucking what me!" Twenty shouted while laughing loudly. "You just bitched King Yelly in front of the whole city!"

The women around them burst into laughter again.

Meanwhile, Damian simply picked up his drink calmly.

His eyes briefly drifted toward the nightclub exit.

Then his smile faded slightly.

Because even now, he could still feel King Yelly’s hatred lingering heavily in the air.

Somewhere deep down, Damian already knew this would not end tonight.

High above the nightclub parking lot, King Yelly slammed the SUV door shut hard enough to shake the entire vehicle.

"Drive."

Nobody inside the SUV spoke.

The rapper leaned heavily against the seat while breathing hard through his nose.

His blood was boiling.

His mind replayed the scene endlessly.

The laughter.

The cameras.

The women.

Every single moment replayed inside his skull like a curse.

King Yelly suddenly grabbed the bottle beside him and smashed it violently against the interior door.

CRASH!

His men flinched instinctively.

"That nigga..." Yelly muttered angrily. "I’ll get that motherfucker and I’ll do it right."

He slowly raised his gaze toward the rearview mirror to meet the driver’s eyes.

"Put some niggas on that bitch. I wanna know everything he does."

"Yes sir!" they thundered immediately.

Meanwhile, inside the nightclub, Damian and Twenty continued partying with the girls like nothing had happened.

"Should I call in security for the ride home?" Twenty suddenly asked.

Damian chuckled softly while slowly twirling the drink inside his glass.

"They won’t make a move," Damian shrugged calmly. "Too many witnesses. Murdering us tonight can easily be traced back to him."

Damian was certain Yelly would not make a reckless move.

Not because he underestimated him.

But because he actually held the rapper in high regard.

Even under the effects of Wavelength Of Iniquity, the man still showed a level of restraint you would never expect from a gangster.

Damian could already tell this was not an idiot driven purely by emotions.

King Yelly was smart.

Smart people did not throw their lives away for pride alone.

"True... true..." Twenty laughed.

Then he glanced toward Damian before lowering his voice suspiciously.

"Even if they wanna make a move, we gonna smoke them out real easy."

Damian’s smile widened slowly into a vicious grin, revealing his sharp fangs beneath the flashing nightclub lights.

"Of course," he answered calmly while his eyes released a faint violet glow. "They will be crushed in an instant."