As they hesitated, Linsley pointed his golden gun at them, releasing the flux pressure around them. "Bark, or I'll show you just how serious I am."
One by one, they let out half-hearted barks, the sounds echoing in the fast-food joint.
Linsley reveled in their humiliation, knowing that demonstrating his status not only secured his dominance but also sent a clear message.
Level 8 royals occupied the highest tier of the social hierarchy, typically achieved only by the most talented older men. Even the noble's grandfather was only at Level 8.4 and was nearing his death.
In contrast, a young man like Linsley was an anomaly, which made them wary of him. His youth suggested he came from an Overlord family—one that boasted a powerful lineage.
After all, only those associated with an Overlord could have a Level 8 royal at such a young age.
