As soon as Ashton took his seat, the bartender came to take his order.
"Whiskey on the rocks," Ashton said.
Two good-looking men sat side by side, attracting all the women in the bar, however the threatening aura that leaked from both of them made anyone who came within their vicinity felt like they had been strangled by invisible hands.
Even the bartender was hesitant to come closer to them. If not because of his job, he wouldn't want to get near the two gentlemen.
"Here, your drink, sir," the bartender placed Ashton ordered and scurried away from there. The way he ran away almost looked comical to the two people who were sitting there in silence.
"It looks like you don't need my aura to make people run away from you. Your own aura already makes the bartender look like he had shit his pants," the man in the black leather jacket said.
He turned around to show his face to Ashton.
