Legend of the Yakuza - Part 2

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With heroic spirit, I charged into battle, braving arrows and stones.
"Alright! From today onwards, I'm the boss of this prison. Anyone who dares to oppose me will suffer
for life !"
Mo Shi'ai, Rebiru, and I formed an iron triangle, launching a full-scale attack on the demoralized
enemy who had lost their leader. Adding to the mix the other defectors, those who had turned against me with sticks were beaten
until .
The ground was littered with half-dead men, the air thick with groans, and everywhere was blood and
the excrement . In short, it was a chaotic, stinking mess.
But as the victor, I completely forgot my pain, feeling an immense sense of relief and catharsis.
Since accidentally falling into the trap and being arrested on the spot by the female sheriff Marina, I hadn't had a chance to triumph and
achieve victory in a long time.
"Trying to mess with my backdoor? Watch me blow yours up!"
I used my stick to subdue the enemies who were beating me, leaving their backdoors a mess, to see if these gay bastards would dare to
disobey me again.
Discarding the filthy stick, I pulled Moshiai and Rebiru along, my heart filled with praise for our friendship.
I'd have to find out why Moshiai ended up in prison later.
But first, I had to deal with the old man named Rebiru: "Since you were Elia's mole, why
didn't you act from the beginning?"
"Brother, I was only doing Elia's work as a side job. My main purpose was to repay her past kindness. I
only had three or five men under me. Of course, I had to choose my opportunities carefully." Knowing that I wasn't alone, that I had friends in
prison , and that Elia and Xiao Yi were outside, and that I still had a chance to make a comeback, filled me
with joy. "Without you two, not only would my life be in danger today, but my chastity would also be in peril. I will never forget your kindness
today !" I said emotionally, patting their shoulders vigorously. After sighing for a while, Rebiru finally said, "I'm the one who should thank you. That big guy, Magee, has been bullying me here for a long time. I'm not one to be bullied forever! On one hand , I'm helping Elia, and on the other hand, seeing your heroic figures, I can't let my old bones remain cowardly forever. You say I've done you a favor, but haven't you done me one too? We're even." This old man, with his decades of life experience, certainly lived up to his reputation, immediately establishing himself as an equal and trying to build a friendship with me. "I'm so sorry, boss!" Mo Shiai grabbed his tiger head, his old face flushed with embarrassment as he said. "What's there to apologize for? You risked your life to save me in my time of need; you're my true brother." "Boss, I can't accept that!" "After the scene at court that day, I escaped, but I got separated from Elena and the others. I went to find others , but then Pablodia invited them to join his ranks. Those four ungrateful wretches betrayed you and sided with him. So I caused another scene, relying on my brute strength to fight my way out." "Good! You really are my brother." I patted his shoulder hard, cursing those four traitors. All my previous support for them was for naught. "Who knew that that bastard, Pablodia, would mobilize his gang to hunt me down. I had nowhere to run, so I came here to find the boss. I couldn't make it outside, and besides, a good horse doesn't turn back to its granary, so I simply raped the only daughter of the judge who sentenced the boss to prison . Then I turned myself in, and was severely punished and immediately imprisoned. Luckily, after my arrest, Elijah helped smooth things over with the judge, otherwise I wouldn't have been sent here." "Even though I'm stupid, I knew the boss's situation here was precarious, so I used the prize money I won from riding Hardbone in the competition to bribe the five prisoners on the same ship to help me." "A thousand gold coins for five people? Couldn't you have bought more?" " I didn't have a thousand gold coins. Nine hundred of them were spent on drinking, gambling, and taking care of Xiao Qing'er ." Good heavens! I knew there weren't any brothers like that in the world. A good horse doesn't turn back to its granary? What if the other party let you? A thousand gold coins, and you spent nine-tenths on drinking, gambling, and picking up prostitutes . But this is still good enough brotherhood! Even blood brothers can turn against each other over inheritance, let alone a mere subordinate. Luckily, he was a loyal orc, not one of those four treacherous humans. If the money were in their hands, a chill ran down my spine. "What do I have to blame you for! You couldn't make it outside, so you came to prison to rely on me. We'll get out together someday. As for those nine hundred gold coins, we can always find more when we run out. By the time we get out, I'll let you have nine thousand gold coins, let alone nine hundred." "The boss is indeed the boss, so...broad-minded..." This guy, with not a shred of literary talent, was trying to show off his supposedly useless scholarly manners. Rebiru shook his head and smiled bitterly, "A broad mind, huh?" "Yes! That's what I was thinking." I originally intended to kill those who plotted against me, led by Maji. However, thanks to Rebiru's advice, I learned the prison's rule: for every prisoner who dies in a fight, one is randomly selected for execution as punishment. Magee was unpopular because he had killed too many people, implicating everyone else in the execution lottery. Although Elia bribed the guards for us, Sheila's rule was extremely strict, unlike other prisons where money could buy anything. While some fearless guards still dared to take bribes, the hefty reward was what motivated them. Therefore, forget about gourmet food; just ensuring nutritious meals, so we wouldn't die of malnutrition like others, cost a hundred times more per meal than usual. In prison, the food, clothing, and living conditions were poor, and I was forced to work every day by the psychologically unbalanced black devil Sheila . But for now, I could only grit my teeth and endure it! To prepare for my release, I learned various skills from different prisoners: burglary, pickpocketing, bargaining, bribery, and even being a stable boy. Don't underestimate these seemingly simple skills; they contain many subtle techniques. Especially in criminology, no one studies theoretical techniques; instead, different people summarize their own unique insights and experiences. No wonder people say prison is the university of crime. Besides self-study, my top priority is recruiting people, especially Lavrov, who is imprisoned there.

The gang members, along with other high-performing criminals, are constantly expanding their ranks in preparation for the future.
What I want to know most right now is the situation of Pablo and Emma. Through Elia's connections with the guards
, or by asking new inmates for free, I've obtained fragmented and uncertain information.
Among this pile of rumors, what keeps me tossing and turning is that Pablo has replaced me as
the new gang leader. He's targeting those who truly support my loyalty to my father, using bribery, elimination, or forcing
them to retire from the underworld.
Internal strife is raging within the gang, and everyone is living in fear. If I don't get out soon, everything will be over.
Another thing that worries me immensely is that that bitch Nora has spent a fortune to get Emma out of
the convent. She's currently actively preparing for Emma and Pablo's wedding. It's obvious she's trying to shave my head and give my
woman away.
The prospect of being cuckolded is looming large, and it's infuriating me.
When I get out of prison, I'll tear Nara and Perbodia, that despicable couple, to pieces and feed them to the dogs.
Right now, I only have Moshiai as my sole warrior, and my mentor-like strategist, Rebiru. Outside
the prison, Elia is working to contact and win over my father's old followers. As for Xiao Yi, I really don't want a young
girl to risk her life for me.
According to Rebiru, he's a self-made businessman. A few years ago, his son conspired with outsiders to murder him, and
most of his wealth was taken. He only entered prison to save his own life.
Every night, despite the fatigue of a day's work, I learn business and management techniques from him, intending to
use them in managing the gang. Secondly, I need to find out about Elia's adoptive father, and also figure out how to escape together.
Although I've inquired in every cell, no one knows anything about Elia's adoptive father. As for the escape
method, the most likely is to kidnap Sheila as a hostage, but I don't have a good plan on how to do it.
Rebiru wasn't some kind old man; he was eloquent and quick-witted, and when it came to matters of profit, he
wouldn't let a single copper coin slip by. He was energetic, though old in years.
"Why would someone like you teach me for free?" I asked him casually after a lesson.
"In prison, money is useless, but Elijah provides us with meals.
Sometimes we don't earn money, but investing limited resources in talented people earns kindness that might
turn into money in the future. Of course, you need to have a good eye for people. Besides, I don't have any other
ways to make money here. It's rare that you're willing to listen to a grown man like me, so I'll treat it like teaching a new son. Isn't
that enjoyable?"
His hair was clearly white, yet he still called himself a grown man!
Perhaps I sensed fatherly love in him, and he wanted to reminisce about the joys of playing with children in his younger days
. That's why we got along so well.
If my father hadn't kicked me out of the house because of my mother, would my relationship with him be the
same as it is with Rebiru now?
"After you get out of prison, I'll officially appoint you as my strategist to conquer the world together. You'll naturally get your
share of the benefits. And while you're at it, I'll teach your unfilial son a lesson."
"My son is indeed an unfilial son, but a son is a son. Teaching him a lesson is enough. As his father,
do you think I should ask you to kill him? Besides, he even gave me a grandson."
Thinking of his grandson, a bitter smile, hardened by life's trials, appeared on his face. At this moment, Rebiru lost his usual
wisdom ; he was just an old man obsessed with his son and grandson. But I didn't dislike him; on the contrary, I could understand
the feelings of a parent.
"Also, it's good that young people have lofty ambitions, but you're still in prison, and you're already thinking about
conquering the world after you get out. That's unrealistic. Your thoughts may be far-reaching, but your actions can't keep up. You should
solve . Except for imperial pardons, no prisoner has ever left this island of no return alive."
"Are you afraid I won't get out?" I said confidently.
"Ninety percent chance!"
"Then what are you worried about?"
"I mean there's a ninety percent chance you won't get out."
"Damn it! If you don't even believe in yourself, how can you expect others to believe in you? I'm definitely going to leave here. If you don't
believe me, place your bet now, let's see."
"By the time you can leave, I'll probably already be reporting to the Grim Reaper in the underworld. What's the
point of betting?" The old man shook his head, looking at me with a look of utter disbelief.
"I can orchestrate a prisoner riot."
"Ten thousand prisoners, two thousand guards.
Do you think five prisoners with wooden clubs can defeat a fully armored, sword-wielding soldier? Ha! Besides, can you even command all the prisoners?"
"This place has a history of hundreds of years; there must be many tunnels dug by prisoners. I'll find them
, escape from the cells to the docks, and then smuggle myself out by ship."
"Have you found the tunnels? How will you get on the ship? How will you avoid being discovered?"
"In that case, I'll target that hateful black vixen, take her hostage, and escape."
"That's creative! But forget about the soldiers, and forget about the cowgirl beside her; she also has four castrated
blind guards. These four are far more skilled than Mosai."
"You'll only boost others' morale and diminish your own."
"I'm just stating the facts. Alas! Honest advice is hard to swallow."
"Then trust me, we'll definitely get out."
I wasn't blindly optimistic! It was a lack of confidence that prevented me from accomplishing anything. First, you need an idea, then
you need to overcome all difficulties to make it happen. Aside from reaching for the stars, there's nothing humans can't do
.
"What's that yellow grime on you?"
"It's probably poop. Old people always get a little sloppy."
He can say something so disgusting so naturally.
"Your bed smells terrible. I'll have someone change it."
"No way! I won't be able to sleep if it's changed." The old man looked annoyed, waving his hands to indicate
he didn't want to go back to sleep.
What a cunning old fox. Don't mistake me for blind.
If there's a tunnel in the cell, I once considered using my "earth listening" technique to find it. But that's time-consuming and risky, and if
it's not a tunnel under construction, it'll be even harder to find.
If I have to find it myself, I'd rather have Rebiru search it. With his intelligence, and having
entered , if he hasn't found it, I certainly can't.
I pretended to be asleep until midnight, when I saw Rebiru get up and roll up his blanket into a human shape. He opened the hidden compartment under the bed and began digging
a tunnel.
He used the mud on his body to resemble excrement, and combined with the stench of the bed, he tried to deceive people and keep them away.
But he couldn't escape my observation.
I placed a bowl on the ground to listen to the digging sounds, estimating that he was already a hundred feet away from the cell. Only then did I
use a glove made from a pillow to quietly open the hidden compartment and enter the tunnel.

Chapter Eight: Little Cow Zhen.
Because sound travels easily underground, I only dared to come down and observe for the first time after the glove was finished.
The tunnel was pitch black with no end in sight, and ventilation was poor, but all my hope
lay at the end of the endless darkness. My sister, revenge, wealth, and future all depended on me today.
Inside the tunnel, it was almost absolutely dark; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
In the darkness, I crawled forward with hope, inch by inch, but the air
grew increasingly suffocating, making me feel extremely suffocated. I gasped for breath, trying to get even a little more
oxygen.
That guy Rebiru, does he not need to breathe? He's crawled even deeper than me, and he's digging all the while.
Is he not human?
Just as I was about to suffocate, my hand lifted the top of the tunnel.
A rush of cool, fresh air filled me, giving me a sense of rebirth. I
gasped for air, and my mind cleared. I carefully examined the tunnel; it was only inches from the ground,
supported by wooden planks. The exit I had opened could only be opened in one direction, probably for Rebiru's
ventilation .
No wonder he could go so deep! In the cool, still night, I looked up at the twinkling stars, and in the distance, there was a wall without any breaches. My current situation was truly like that of a frog at the bottom of a well
, looking at the sky from the bottom of a well. At least for now, I have some freedom. I'm no longer under the watchful eyes of the guards and can move around in the open. Freedom is something you won't truly understand unless you've experienced it and then lost it. A frog in a well won't want to leave its well, but I desperately want to sprout wings and fly away from this hell on earth. "Jingle bells... jingle bells..." Suddenly, the sound of bells rang out from not far away, and someone approached with a lantern. Was it a patrolling guard? I quickly retreated into the tunnel, slightly opening the ventilation shaft to observe the situation outside. "Little calf, did you enjoy your evening walk? Cows are like dogs, aren't they? They don't go for walks regularly. They get uncomfortable all over, and their health suffers." A melodious female voice, like a nightingale's song, rang out in the middle of the night. Sweet yet slightly cunning, like a beautiful little devil waving a black tail. "No! Master, Xiao Zhen is so scared. The air is cold and the ground is uneven. What if someone walks by ..." The cowgirl's voice was filled with fear and unease, evoking pity from the bottom of one's heart. In the dead of night, Warden Sheila was taking her pet cowgirl, Xiao Zhen, for a walk. Of course, it wasn't an ordinary walk. The cowgirl was completely naked, revealing her smooth, alabaster-like skin , flushed with shyness, making her look exceptionally alluring. Her enormous breasts, with nipples the size of grapes, were adorned with two golden bells, one of which jingled enticingly against the quiet night sky. With each ring of the bell, I stared intently at the swaying of her enormous breasts. It was so exciting that I couldn't control myself! "What a shameless thing! Your master spends precious time taking you for a walk, and you just nag and grumble. You have no sense of being a pet at all . With such big breasts and so much fat, aren't you afraid you'll freeze to death without clothes on? You're a cow, of course you crawl on the ground, do you need to wear shoes?" Sheila's face showed anger as she stomped hard on the cowwoman's plump, fragrant buttocks with her pointed high heels. "Ah...ah...ah..." Poor little Zhen, helplessly enduring the abuse, cried out incessantly with tears in her eyes . "If anyone sees this, little Zhen will be too ashamed to live and will never be able to get married!" "What are you saying? You're just a big-breasted cow, do you have the right to be a human being? You talk like you're so modest, you're secretly enjoying yourself, aren't you! You exhibitionist pervert! I can see your nipples are hard, you're clearly having a great time." What followed was even more intense, Sheila's beautiful face showing a mixture of madness and pleasure. She stretched out a pair of slender, jade-like hands, mercilessly grabbing Xiao Zhen's two fleshy breasts, kneading and pressing them, making one yearn to touch them as well. And after a while of kneading and pressing, the grape-sized buds on her ample breasts oozed fragrant milk . "You slut! You've never even given birth to a child, where did you get milk from? You lowly thing." After viciously stabbing Xiao Zhen with her words, she tenderly cupped one breast and sucked on it like a child. "Mmm... ahh... no... no... Master... Xiao Zhen's whole body is weak." Although she was being tortured, this cowgirl was truly a natural beauty. Her whole body flushed pink, and she uttered seductive, alluring moans, her posture so alluring it was almost unbearable. It made my crotch want to stand erect. "How is it? Do you feel the boiling pleasure throughout your body?" the black fairy asked mischievously, a hint . The cowgirl Xiao Zhen, blushing with shame, nodded in agreement. "You're such a wanton little cow, being trampled, having your breasts pinched, being mocked, yet you still react, hehehehe !" Sheila chuckled playfully, making Xiao Zhen tremble with humiliation. "You're truly shameful! Even I, as your master, feel ashamed for you. But since I've taken in this wanton cow, I can't leave you without solving your physiological needs." Sheila stretched out her two tender hands in front of Xiao Zhen's eyes. Fear mingled with a seductive and wanton allure that seeped from her very bones, the cow-woman's face held a hint of pleasure, her eyes gleaming for the first time as she stared intently at the five jade-like fingers. Needless to say, I could guess that this sadistic black fairy girl usually used her fingers to satisfy this large-breasted cow. "Want it?" Xiao Zhen nodded shamefully, sticking out her delicate tongue to lick the jade-like fingers. But at that very moment, Sheila withdrew her finger and coldly said, "I won't give it to you. If you want it, use this whip!"

The intensity of the sexual abuse escalated dramatically. Sheila raised her whip high, mercilessly raining down on
every inch of Xiao Zhen's skin.
Her long, slender legs, her full, shapely buttocks, her mysterious blue forest, her incredibly thin waist, her ample,
round breasts, and her youthful, adorable face—every inch of her naked body was subjected to the cruel baptism of the whip,
leaving behind painful red welts on her smooth, delicate skin.
Xiao Zhen rolled on the ground, her breasts pressing against the earth with increasing force.
Her whole body flushed red, drenched in sweat, she cried out incessantly, her expression a mixture of resentment and pleasure, on the verge of climax.
Just then, Sheila, her face beaming with pleasure, suddenly stopped. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her tongue
licking her red lips; she too was clearly aroused.
But she said, "Little Zhen is truly my good pet! I love teasing you, especially
that look of wanting but not being able to have, that tearful expression. Now, your master is going back for a short rest, so you just
wait here. If I find you secretly masturbating, I'll throw you into the prisoners' cell."
"How can you do this? This is too cruel! Master, Master, please don't abandon Little Zhen!"
the cowgirl cried out in anguish, but her master ruthlessly tied the cowhide around her neck and turned to leave.
"The guards will pass by, Little Zhen will be seen, it will be so shameful!"
"Don't you love being seen? Show them properly, they won't dare touch you anyway."
Watching that departing figure, I cursed this unsatisfied sadist in my heart. But anyway,
homosexuals are insatiable, craving unattainable pleasures in a charade. To satisfy a woman, you need
a real man like me.
If I could capture Warden Sheila, it would indeed be a godsend for my escape from prison. But these two
beauties were always only a few dozen steps away from me. If I suddenly rushed out, I could ignore the cowgirl, but the black
vixen Sheila would likely be calling for help while fleeing. Before I could capture her, the jailers would probably have
surrounded . I couldn't rush out rashly; such an opportunity was rare, and I had to seize it.
I didn't expect Sheila to turn and leave so suddenly, but before she left, she had already locked Little Jane in
the water pipe next to the building, leaving her there in fear.
I only needed to walk to the cowgirl's side, ambush her in a blind spot of the building,
and capture her when the little heifer's owner appeared.
Now I had a chance to have my way with this cowgirl craving an orgasm, but if her owner
returned , I would miss my chance. Perhaps I should knock Little Jane unconscious, making her appear to be fast asleep. A man
must be willing to sacrifice momentary lust for a greater future opportunity.
Having just witnessed such a captivating homosexual sadomasochistic game, being forced to abstain from sex now is truly agonizing
.
Once the dark elf, Sheila, was far away, I left the ventilation shaft and headed towards the fragrant heifer. The chance to be released from prison, which I
had always longed for, unexpectedly seemed to be delivered right to me.
"Who's there? Don't come any closer! I'll scream if you do!" Her voice was terrified, almost on the
verge of tears.
"Don't be afraid! I mean no harm."
While my mind was concocting various schemes, I uttered these rotten lies.
"Don't look! I'm not wearing any clothes." The plump heifer cowered on the ground, closing her eyes, her beautiful body trembling, two strings of glistening tears
hanging from her youthful, adorable face . The air was filled with the scent of female flesh and milk, stimulating my animalistic instincts. If I could disregard , I would want to replace her owner, wantonly ravage her, and then possess her. Afterwards, I would tenderly comfort her. "Is this Miss Zhen? Don't catch a cold." I took off my prison clothes and covered her smooth, bare back, wiping away the tears on her face. "Thank you!" The cow girl squatted on the ground, her legs intertwined, her arms wrapped around her chest, making her ample breasts appear even more magnificent. Her half-covered, half-revealed body was succulent and even more alluring. Looking at those full breasts, I swallowed hard. Her eyes were still wet with tears, her cheeks were flushed, her face was delicate like a little girl's, but her body was alluring and voluptuous, even more so than a mature beauty in her mid-twenties. Because she was half-naked, Little Zhen was shy and embarrassed, her head lowered, and she said with a shy and embarrassed expression, " Why isn't the prisoner in his cell?" "I'm trying to escape." "What? No, you can't escape. If you're caught escaping, you'll be cut in half at the waist, slowly sliced to death, or branded with hot irons. The prisoner should hurry back to his cell." This foolish cow girl was actually genuinely worried about me. For a moment, I didn't know whether to laugh at her or be genuinely moved. Especially when I thought about the cruel tortures that ruthless black elf loved. "I'm not called Mr. Prisoner, I have a name, Elios. Lafram." While smiling , I placed my hand on Little Jane's shoulder to comfort her. "But about escaping..." "Don't worry about it! I just escaped to breathe a sigh of relief, and then I'll go back to the cell." " That's good! Mr. Elios is such a kind person, I don't want you to get hurt. The master hates prisoners , and kills them at the drop of a hat." Little Jane wiped away her tears and quietly moved her body away from the hand on her shoulder. A moment of disappointment flashed through my heart. "Miss Jane, what bad thing did you do? So you're being punished here by the master?" "Waaah... Little Jane... Little Jane..." Hearing my question, Little Jane's eyes welled up with tears, and she cried again. "Xiao Zhen was an orphan no one wanted, and my master took me in and raised me. From a tiny baby in his arms, he raised me until I was this big. My master was like my mother, my sister... But, but, Xiao Zhen did something bad, and now she has these huge, swollen breasts. So my master is very unhappy and has been trying to punish her for the past few years. I don't want my breasts to be this big either, but my master says he wants to cut them off, and Xiao Zhen is afraid of the pain!" The cowgirl, tears streaming down her face, recounted her tragic life story. "Your master is jealous of your large breasts. In terms of shape and texture, you far surpass hers in size." "But ever since my breasts got bigger, Xiao Zhen's shoulders hurt even when she walks. Why is my master jealous! I want my master's small breasts. But I can't mention the words 'small breasts' in front of her, or she'll be furious!"

The cowgirl's face turned pale, and she spoke with lingering fear.
Hearing this, I recalled the dark elf Sheila's outburst because of her small breasts, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"I'm telling you my sad story, and you're making fun of me!" the cowgirl said indignantly, turning her face away.
"Excuse me! Well, I'll tell you a sad story too, but don't laugh."
Perhaps sensing Xiao Zhen's innocent charm, I naturally began telling her my own life story,
all the way up to how I was framed and imprisoned by that scoundrel.
"Mr. Elios is also pitiful! He never received a father's love growing up, had such a stepmother, and
his love was broken up with him, and now he has to spend the rest of his life in prison. Xiao Zhen has no father; her master is like
my mother, but these past few years she hasn't loved me as much as before. We are truly pitiful souls in the same boat!"
For herself and for me, the cowgirl Xiao Zhen forgot her disheveled, half-exposed appearance and leaned on my shoulder
, crying again .
Her reaction made me feel a deep sadness myself! To shake off my sadness, I refocused
my attention when her master would return.
Suddenly, a male voice came from behind: "You lecherous bastard, is this the time for stealing a kiss
? Are you out of your mind?"
I reflexively pushed Xiao Zhen away, grabbed the man behind me, and pinned him to the ground.
"Rebiru?"
"Ouch...ouch...ouch! You heartless bastard, I dragged my old bones to save you, and this is
how you treat me."
I immediately released him and asked, "What happened?"
"Don't ask, if you want to live, come with me."
"Wait! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to capture the warden, I can't let it slip by."
"If you don't leave, you'll be beheaded!" Rebiru ignored me, turned around, and ran away.
For a moment, I didn't know whether I should believe him. Letting go of this opportunity might mean never having another one.
But seeing his pale face, it seemed like something terrible was about to happen.
In the end, I followed him and ran away.
Life doesn't offer many opportunities, so when one comes, you should seize it. I believe in luck, but I believe even more in
my own talent. Even if fate doesn't give me a chance, I'll create one myself. With this confidence,
I gambled my fate on my trust in Rebiru and my judgment of character.
Just as I started running, I heard bells ringing from four different directions at the edge of the darkness.
It was an instinctive intuition! I felt a chilling
sensation, like the feeling of catching a dead horse's hard bone. The person lurking in the darkness was no ordinary individual.
The figure in the darkness was only fifty paces away.
In the instant of escape, in just over ten seconds, the shadow had closed in.
Four burly men, with bell-shaped earrings and metal fists, pressed forward.
They neither shouted nor made any unnecessary movements, their pursuit as calm as ghosts.
By then, I had overtaken Rebiru.
"What do we do?"
"There's an open tunnel ahead; you go in first."
The distance closed to only ten paces.
I rushed into the tunnel first.
The other man was already five steps behind Rebiru.
At the last second, he dragged me in, and I immediately slammed the vent cover shut.
Since the vent could only open in one direction, I figured it would be enough for us to escape in time.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"
Four thunderous explosions followed as the pursuer slammed his fist into the ground. One punch even
pierced .
"Hold your breath and crawl!"
I obeyed Rebiru's warning, forcing myself to crawl quickly through the tunnel. The sound of punches echoed behind me; the ground
behind me must have been riddled with burrows.
We crawled until we reached a distant vent, and just as we were about to suffocate, Rebiru returned to the surface to
enter another tunnel.
Back in the tunnel, the two men huddled together, panting heavily.
Still shaken, I couldn't help but admire the old man once again. The tunnel he had dug
wasn't single tunnel. Instead, it was broken into sections, each section requiring a separate
entrance above ground. Most of the ventilation shafts throughout the tunnel could only be opened from underground.
Although a portion of the tunnel had been discovered, most remained intact.
This wasn't the place to talk; we'd wait until we returned to the cell and confirmed no one had discovered us before
discussing it in detail on Rebiru's bed.
"You brat! You brat! You almost ruined years of my hard work!"
Rebiru , now resembled a red pufferfish, its cheeks puffed out in fury.
"Didn't you take out insurance when you dug it? Most of it shouldn't have been discovered."
"You think it's easy? The minimum loss now will be several more months of work."
After a detailed discussion, I learned that Rebiru had painstakingly bought the tunnel from its previous owner at
a low price. He had then spent several years digging it himself.
"I also want to ask you, why did you keep this tunnel a secret?"
"I have my reasons. A reckless young man like you, once you learn of its existence,
will definitely want to use it. The more a tunnel is used, the easier it is to be discovered. In fact, because you followed
me and then secretly ran out of the tunnel, part of it was discovered, wasting several months of my time digging it again
."
"Back to what we were talking about earlier, why did you stop me! If we had just caught that lesbian black demon, Sheila,
I wouldn't have had a problem getting her to release all of us, let alone me. This time we really missed a golden opportunity!"
"I'm telling you! Young and impetuous, eager for quick success. If it were that easy to catch her, I would have done it already. Why wait
here for years? Are you perhaps just after the delicious food? Have you forgotten that I said she has four bodyguards
protecting her?"
Rebiru shook his head, looking at me as if I were an incorrigible brat, which was infuriating!
"You thought only the two of them were playing sex games. Actually, four
bodyguards were hiding in the shadows, protecting you. You were stupid enough to go straight for that cowgirl. If I hadn't
come back and risked my life and the destruction of the tunnel to save you, you probably wouldn't have seen the sun rise today."
Recalling the four shadowy figures chasing me in the darkness, a lingering fear gripped me. It was all my fault
for being too careless; the prey before me was too valuable, and I overlooked the danger behind me.
"Oh no! I didn't get my prison uniform back from Niu Nu." A cold sweat broke out on my back.
"Have you lost your mind? How could you forget this! Warden Sheila knows your prison number 952
7. Sigh... I never thought I'd have such a good friend, and now I'm going to have to bury my child."
"Don't treat me like I'm dead!" I snapped, grabbing his collar in anger.
"What a pity, what a pity, you're not even twenty yet."
If he was just teasing me, that would be fine, but this usually talkative old man now had a serious, worried
look on his face, which chilled me to the bone.
The next day, I told Mo Shi'ai what had happened. After listening, he paced anxiously
around , unable to come up with any feasible solution. Watching him pacing back and forth only made me
more anxious.
The grave mistake has already been made; now is not the time for regret and complaint. Rebiru and I discussed the matter at length, trying
to obtain even the slightest bit of information about the warden. We wanted to find a way to survive.
Just before breakfast, I was called out of my cell alone.
Rebiru shook his head regretfully, saying, "Tell me your last words, brother! I'll do whatever I can."
Mo Shi'ai said indignantly, "If I get the chance, I'll rape and kill that woman to avenge you, boss!
A life for a life!"
Ignoring their irritating good intentions, I said, "You two wait! I'll be back."
A crisis might not be without opportunity; this time I might have a chance to see our warden directly. Of course, the
prerequisite is that I won't be dragged out and beheaded without even a chance to meet him.
Aside from natural phenomena, nothing in this world is absolute; I don't necessarily only have one path to death ahead of me.
Seven parts worry, three parts joy—just as I expected, Warden Sheila received me in her office. This
was truly an honor for a prisoner. Let's assume I can successfully return alive.
The warden's office, a vast expanse of three thousand square feet, was classically ornately furnished. Besides a desk, antique bookshelves, and oak
chairs, there was a magnificent bed adorned with jade and agate, and an indoor cricket court.

Chapter Nine: Demonstrating Power in Bed . This prince's daughter certainly had quite the refined
tastes; she had laid out soil and planted grass in the room, then played cricket, a game favored by the upper class, all by herself. "Prisoner 9527, Elios. Lafrain, reporting for duty," the jailer announced loudly, then closed the warden's office door. Inside the room, besides me, were six other people. There was the timid cowgirl, Xiao Zhen, dressed in a beautiful black and white maid's uniform. Four blind bodyguards, shirtless and wearing earrings, exuding a terrifying aura of battle in silence. And there was the black-clad beauty, Sheila, dressed in military uniform and masculine attire. Ignoring my presence, she continued playing cricket. Circumstances forced me to remain silent, awaiting her decision. Niu Nu Xiao Zhen didn't dare to speak, clutching my prison uniform in her arms, her face full of concern, her clear eyes conveying gratitude and comfort. At that moment, I could only feel silent gratitude, but dared not utter a word. While the others stood waiting, Sheila, this pampered young lady, was surprisingly arrogant, intently playing cricket, clearly deliberately making me wait. Looking at the precise mechanical clock in the room, not an hourglass, more than fifteen minutes passed before she finally spoke, still playing. For me, eager to accomplish great things, this level of waiting wasn't enough to annoy me. "Last night I took Xiao Niu Niu for a walk, and thanks to your care, she didn't catch a cold." Her tone was surprisingly sincere. Speaking of last night, Xiao Zhen awkwardly lowered her blushing head. "It's a small matter, Warden, don't worry about it." "No! Reciprocity is key. I was born noble. Especially as one of the races known for its longevity, nobility, and intelligence, the Dark Elves cannot afford to be impolite." Sheila smiled sweetly, a smile that melted one's heart. "How about this? The prisoners in the prison are all required to abstain from sex, and I happen to be looking for someone to impregnate this cow. If Lord Elios doesn't mind, could you do me a small favor? You can borrow the bed I'm resting on." Sheila pointed to the large bed, her smile growing even sweeter. Hearing that her master wanted to send her to me, Little Jane was both shy and anxious. She tugged at my prison clothes with her slender hands, her eyes darting around at me with worry and grievance, shaking her head desperately. Dark Elves are different from ordinary fairies; they are evil and warlike. They have a high opinion of themselves, but unlike ordinary fairies who prefer to live in isolation from humans, they are keen on mutually exploiting each other. Like Sheila's father, Norman. Kaguru was a founding hero of this dynasty, and legend has it that his greatest interest lies in foreign wars and internal strife. Like other dark elves, he enjoys using his young daughters to arrange marriages with humans. Even if a human husband doesn't die , he'll die naturally in thirty or forty years. Considering a dark elf's lifespan of a thousand years, she could remarry more than ten times. Her father has repeatedly tried to arrange marriages for her, but she's always been rejected, and some of her potential partners have even died . Perhaps resentful of her father's forced marriage, over ten years ago, Sheila adopted the cowgirl Xiaozhen, raising her as a precious lesbian. This is all precious information I heard from Rebiru. Based on the rumors and what I witnessed last night, the dashing and beautiful dark elf before me is probably a genuine lesbian. She allowed me to sleep with her woman; I refuse to believe there wasn't a trick involved. But whether I believe it or not, I'm now at her mercy, and given her unpredictable nature, it seems there's no way I can escape with a simple yes. However, I had no reason to court death, and I would rather refuse a poisoned rose. "Warden, please allow me to decline; this kindness is far too precious for a rough man like me!" "Oh..." Sheila exclaimed with a look of surprise, "Does Lord Elios perhaps enjoy the pleasures of homosexuality?" Then she covered her mouth and chuckled. Damn it! You like homosexuality, but I don't. Watch me fuck your ass! But I had to answer respectfully, "No. Warden, if you investigate the reason for my imprisonment, you will find that I was framed by my stepmother and imprisoned because I fell in love with my stepsister. I only love... "

"My sister is alone. Please forgive me, but I truly cannot accept a one-night stand without any emotional connection."
This half-truth, half-lie, both expressed my feelings and served as an excuse. My feelings for Emma were
genuine, but it's only natural for a man to have occasional flings.
After finishing her game of cricket, Sheila returned to her desk, crossed her legs, and whispered, "What
a pitiful and tragic love story! The man went to prison, the woman to a convent."
"Mr. Elios is right, they are pitiful. Please, Master, reconsider your decision," Little Jane said,
swaying her ample breasts as she approached the desk to plead with her master.
"But I heard your sister has already left the convent and will soon marry a man named Pablodia.
Since the woman is heartless, the man need not be righteous either. If you refuse again, you're disrespecting me, and you'll have to suffer the consequences!"
Sheila's tone became very unfriendly in the latter part.
"Make me a cup of milk tea!" she ordered the cowgirl.
This girl had already investigated my relationship with Emma.
Since she'd already started to drop her friendly facade, I didn't need to be
polite : "Emma was forced! Our deep affection will never change, even if the world ends. To be frank,
I'm the leader of the Lafran gang, practically the ruler of half the capital's underworld. And Miss Sheila's father is
the backer of the White Whale gang. If you're willing to let me out of prison to deal with the traitors, the Kaguru family can gain the support of the entire
capital's underworld."
While I was speaking eloquently, Xiao Zhen, after filling the cup with red tea and adding sugar,
began to undress, revealing her beautiful, fair skin.
"Mr. Elios, could you please not look this way?" Xiao Zhen, the cowgirl, whispered shyly, her head bowed.
Could it be that the milk she was adding to the tea was her own?!
Despite being in a crisis, faced with such an alluring temptation, even I had
many lewd fantasies.
I'm not some hypocrite who can resist temptation; why would I pass up
such an opportunity? The problem is, I need to maintain my image and presence in front of Sheila. Despite my reluctance, I turned away, foregoing
the chance to
feast my eyes on her. The sound of milk being poured into a teacup behind me immediately made my manhood erect.
Only after the sound of clothes being adjusted stopped did I turn back.
Little Zhen stood behind Sheila, her posture impeccable; it was hard to believe she had been so bold just moments before.
Sheila, , was savoring her black tea, the aroma of freshly added milk filling the air.
"A gang leader? A gang leader in prison is like a lion or tiger in a cage.
There's nothing to fear, and you're of no use. Neither my father nor I need a nobody like you."
This wicked woman looked at me with utter contempt.
"What makes a nobleman a nobleman is his innate nobility and his discerning eye for things and people. It's not just about having a lot of money!
Having a lot of money makes you a nouveau riche. It seems that some people are better suited to herding cattle on a ranch than to becoming a future prince."
"You said I herd cattle!"
Sheila's eyebrows shot up, completely losing her usual manipulative ease.
Suppressing her anger, she sneered, "Fine. I'll give you a chance. The most important thing is to have the ability to take
responsibility, to be able to solve crises and stand above others. If you want to do your best for my family, this is the test I'm giving you."
"Little Zhen, I'll show you this man's true colors. Is he calm in the face of danger and devoted to his sister? Or
is he just a glib, opportunistic good-for-nothing?"
Sheila threw the cup and saucer in her hand at me, while scolding, "Break his legs and slap him a hundred times.
Let's see if he can still maintain this arrogance and eloquence."
"Master, please don't do this!" Little Zhen's eyes reddened as she grabbed Sheila's sleeve to plead for me, but
was pushed to the ground by this shrewish and beautiful master.
I'm no pushover, especially after being imprisoned. I've been diligently practicing martial arts every day for future battles.
Dodging the teacup, I caught the saucer and threw it back with all my might. The saucer sliced through the air, striking
Sheila's slender hand as she reached for her whip.
"Ouch!" Sheila cried out in pain, her almond-shaped eyes wide with anger as she glared at me.
The four blind bodyguards, known as the Four Vajras, swiftly surrounded me from all sides, their fists fierce and their killing intent
chilling.
These men were all top-tier fighters, especially skilled in combined attacks. The combined power of the four was no
less than that of four men; it was comparable to forty ordinary soldiers.
The situation had escalated to this point not because I was being tactless and deliberately provoking Sheila, but because she had intended to
deal with .
Besides, I knew quite a few nobles at the midnight horse races. Anyone who thought that bowing to the nobles
would grant them equal treatment was delusional. At best, that would only make them their lackeys
. Kill them or drive them away, they have no status whatsoever.
To stand on equal footing with them, without a shared noble background, I had to show real skill,
so they might look down on me verbally, but deep down they wouldn't dare despise me.
I took out two secret weapons I'd obtained from Rebiru: a pair of bells strapped to my ears, and a
dagger made from a soldier's broken sword. Rebiru had already planned how to deal with the four bodyguards. He'd used a few
bribed jailers to acquire the bells, plus
the broken sword he'd found during a riot and kept secret from the jailers.
With just these two weapons, I launched the first attack, weaving among the four experts. The dagger flashed like a
meteor, severely injuring them one after another.
"How is this possible? Four of them can't beat him alone!" Sheila exclaimed, speechless.
The two sides exchanged blows, a contest of strength, skill, and fighting spirit.
"This is the result of underestimating me. Unlike you, who only knows how to bully unarmed prisoners by outnumbering them,
I've weathered countless storms outside, scenes no less brutal than battlefield combat. In terms of experience and ability,
they can't even come close to me. Heh!" I spoke up, letting out a cold laugh.
While fighting, I casually spouted nonsense, completely deceiving the unsuspecting Sheila.
I'm not a god; it's impossible for my martial arts and physical abilities to suddenly increase to the point where I can take on four people at once. But I
have plenty of wisdom and friends.
Sheila blinded and castrated them, using them as her bodyguards. The four of them relied entirely on the bells
used as earrings to distinguish friend from foe. And she used the most ordinary bells.
Taking advantage of this, Rebiru devised a plan to blend in with them using a pair of bells. This way,
the four blind men wouldn't be able to distinguish friend from foe. What use would their superior skills be? They couldn't act rashly for fear of injuring
their companions, nor could they risk being mistakenly attacked. Besides, I had a secret weapon—a dagger—more than enough to
counter their metal gloves.
As the saying goes, one thing counters another; if the four of them could rival forty soldiers, I could subdue them.
There was a significant element of risk involved. If Sheila had simply sent a few soldiers to deal with me, I certainly
wouldn't have been able to handle them; it largely depended on luck.
"This is infuriating!" After I defeated the third bodyguard, Sheila actually began chanting magic.
"My heart is cold! My blood is cold! My soul is..."
Gang fights are basically all about swords and knives. Often, it's just hand-to-hand combat.
The hiring of mages only occurs in life-or-death battles between two gangs. In my
nineteen years of life, the only time I'd witnessed someone cast a spell was during an Imperial Army parade.
Whatever magic Sheila intended to use, I didn't want to use my body as her guinea pig.
After quickly defeating the last man and the blind man, I charged at the Dark Elf at full speed.
Countless streams of air blew in front of Sheila, gradually condensing into hexagonal frost crystals
— a sign that the spell was about to be cast. A victorious smile played on her lips.
Had my luck run out?
At the critical moment, Little Jane mustered her courage and stood in front of Sheila, spreading her arms to plead for me: "Master,
please spare his life!"
"You hopeless idiot..."
Sheila didn't have a chance to finish her sentence. Just as she hesitated to harm Little Jane and abandoned her spell, I had already
reached him.
I unleashed a punch overflowing with energy, like a thunderbolt.
"Guards, someone...protect me..." Sheila, her arrogance completely gone, crouched down, curled up like a
bullied little girl, frantically spinning the ring on her hand.
I guessed this ring was probably a magical tool used for communication. I wasn't about to give her a chance
; I pounced on her, pinned her to the ground, and snatched the ring from her hand.
"Now, use whatever magic you have, Warden!"
Her silver hair, disheveled and clinging to her face, was unexpectedly sexy. Sheila had regained her girlish charm and fragility,
panting and guilty beneath me as she said, "You're much stronger than I thought. I was rude earlier; let's
talk again, okay? About your help with my family."
"Sure! Let's talk on your bed."
Without another word, I threw this petite, adorable little devil onto her large bed inlaid with emeralds and agate
.
For disobedient children, I'll teach them a lesson with my whip!
Since reconciling with Emma, I've only kissed her once in court. After that, I didn't even touch a woman's
finger . Last night and just now, I was
being seduced by this fiery bull woman and the haughty black fairy beauty who was like a little queen.
Sheila, pale-faced, kept backing away from the bed, looking at me with fear.
"Now I'll teach you what a real man is like. After you understand, don't play any more lesbian
games." I grinned and began to take off my clothes.
I've really had enough of these smelly and dirty clothes.
"Master, please forgive Mr. Elios's rudeness. I'll immediately send someone to treat the injuries of the four bodyguards."
Little Zhen, who didn't know who was in charge now, went to the bedside and bowed to apologize to her master. I really
didn't know whether to be angry or amused, but she was really a gentle and kind girl, although she was really
a bit .
"What are you still yelling about here for? Go open the door and call the guards in right now." Sheila commanded sharply
, her eyes full of fear.
Seeing her terrified expression, I laughed from the bottom of my heart. It felt so good.
Shouted angrily by Sheila, Little Zhen, looking completely lost, hurried towards the door.
Of course, I couldn't let her ruin my plans, so I reached out and pulled the little heifer into my arms, my hand
landing on her slender waist. Even through her clothes, I could feel how narrow and supple it was.
"Mr. Elios, men and women shouldn't touch each other like this. Can you let me go?"
A blush suddenly rose on her face, and Little Zhen's body went limp, pleading and resisting me in my arms.
"You need to have confidence. You lack confidence too much. You need to have your own opinions.
You can't just do whatever Sheila says."
"But she's my master… I can't disobey her orders…"
"Then if she gives you to me, would you be willing?" I asked deliberately, trying to put her in a difficult position.
"I would… no… I don't mean… no, anyway…" Her moist eyes
were more persuasive than words, seemingly full of emotion yet indifferent. Based on my past experience pursuing women, I could tell. With
my confident and generous attitude, handsome appearance, and the influence of my masculine charm, even if Xiao Zhen didn't
like definitely have a strong liking for me.
"I won't be polite!"
I kissed her forehead, feeling her warm, smooth skin like satin. I think her whole body was already
burning up.
"Let go of my Xiao Zhen."
A pillow suddenly flew towards me. Sheila, who had just been generously offering to give me her pet, was now like a
jealous and angry female leopard.
Sure enough, she had set a trap for me!
I used the bed curtains to tie up Xiao Zhen's hands, who was looking at me affectionately and looking lost.
"Zhen, it seems you don't need to worry. Your owner still cares about you."
I put down my favorite dessert to eat later and moved on to today's main course.
"Miss Sheila, since you don't want to give me Zhen, then I'll have to use you as a substitute." I said with a mocking and flippant
tone .
"Wait! Give me three days. Whatever beauty you want, even your sister, I can
send it to you . Don't act like you've never seen a woman before."
Sheila feigned composure, retreating towards the corner of the bed and pulling the blanket over herself. Her bright eyes
darted around, seemingly plotting a clever escape.
"Thank you for your kindness. But I think you've misunderstood. I just made a condition, and you want to test me."
"Me? Now? I have no intention of talking anymore. With you as my bargaining chip, can either the jailers outside or your
father refuse any of my conditions? I am the master here now, and I make the decisions!"
I arrogantly pointed to myself, then snatched Sheila's blanket.
First, I was framed by my stepmother, then I was humiliated by being arrested naked by a policewoman, and not long ago, this female
demon ridden on my head. I've had enough of women's arrogance; it's time to teach them a lesson.
"Then we should talk even more. You can't keep me here forever. If you're disrespectful to me now, you
'll pay the price in the future." Sheila said fiercely, her slender hands clasped tightly to her chest in fear.
"Who said I'm going to let you go? After I get out of prison, I'll marry my sister, and you, the daughter of the Kaguru family, will
be my concubine. I'll keep you under house arrest for life. Do I need to pay a price?" I retorted casually, not taking it seriously.
Without wasting any more words with her, I pounced on her and tore at her imposing military uniform. She was clearly a
stunningly beautiful woman, yet she dressed like a masculine woman every day—it was unnatural. I
'd correct that.
I'd strip her naked.
"I'll give you money, any amount you want!"
Sheila struggled desperately, her slender hands and pink legs kicking wildly.
"Don't underestimate men! Men aren't just about flattery and groveling. I
'm a real man, a genuine man. Women should just stay home and obediently raise their children. What you need to do now is obey my
orders." I grabbed Sheila's cheek, forcing her to look up and meet my gaze.
I didn't particularly enjoy rape; a half-hearted, half-hearted approach was more appealing. If Sheila didn't resist,
it wouldn't be as interesting.
No man had ever dared to treat her like this before. Faced with my domineering style, Sheila's spirit vanished instantly, and
she stopped resisting in shock and helplessness.
Behind me came the voice of Little Zhen pleading for her master, and the sweet scent of Sheila's virginity wafted to my nose.
"Zhen! Don't plead for this kind of person anymore. I'm teaching her a lesson on your behalf."
"Slap...slap...slap..."
Under my violence, the neat military uniform was torn open from both sides, the buttons flying off, revealing a soft
black . As expected of a noblewoman of the Black Elves, her lingerie was fashionable and elegant.
Sheila, recovering from the shock, pushed me away haphazardly with both hands. I
ripped it off completely with my hand.
Her exposed breasts had two small and well-proportioned mounds. In terms of size, they couldn't compare to Little Zhen's at all,
but small had their own charm, especially the twin peaks on the ridge, which further aroused my desire. Her honey-colored skin was smooth to the touch
, as smooth as a baby's.
"Don't touch me, you stinky man!"
Just then, I was busy and slapped Sheila, who was red-eyed and on the verge of tears.
How much pain could a slap cause a defenseless noblewoman?
"I won't just touch you, I'll possess you and conquer you. I'll teach you not to underestimate a man."
With that slap as payment, I loosened Sheila's belt, lifted her upside down, and stripped her military boots,
trousers , and sexy black panties all at once.
"Ah..."
Sheila, lying on the bed, was pale-faced, wearing only a military jacket, her chest and lower body
completely naked revealing her translucent, honey-colored skin. Her breasts were perfectly round and beautifully shaped, her entire body
exquisitely sculpted. The only covering on her feet was a pair of embroidered socks.
"You...you...you..."
Sheila was both ashamed and angry, forgetting to cover herself, pointing at me, probably seething with rage.
I didn't waste any more words with her. Taking the opportunity, I grabbed her slender hands, pressed them above her head,
and then tied them with a gauze curtain, completely eliminating her ability to resist.
During this time, my sharp eyes caught sight of her flower-covered ground, which was completely free of weeds, smooth as
a piece of jade, with only a naturally formed indentation, and a stronger virgin fragrance wafted from it.
"It seems your body isn't as mature as your mind, no wonder you're jealous of Xiao Zhen."
The dark elf girl, struck where it hurt, kicked back furiously.
Between her kicking legs, I reached forward and pressed my hand against her mysterious triangle, which was
slippery like black porcelain.
With a defiant expression, Sheila spat a mouthful of saliva onto my face.
I didn't stand on ceremony with her, pretending not to care as I licked it off, and inserted my thumb between her jade walls.
So tight! It practically clamped my thumb so tightly that I couldn't move it.
"Ah..."

Chapter Ten: The Breasty Pet's
Body trembled slightly, and apart from the anger burning in her eyes, Sheila stopped all resistance in horror.
"How is it? A high-and-mighty noble lady being treated like this by a filthy prisoner.
Do you feel humiliated? Or are you starting to feel excited under the gaze of Little Niu Niu?"
"Go to hell!"
Sheila shouted angrily, slamming her head against my forehead. Unfortunately, I easily dodged it.
After subduing her on the bed, I watched her chest rise and fall, her curves exquisite and alluring. I thought
she was putting on a brave front, but inside she was terrified.
The events of last night flashed through my mind, and I asked, "Jane, does your master often call you
a harlot ?"
"Yes...yes..." A shy voice came from behind me. Little Jane had probably never seen her master so
weak and helpless, her body exposed like this.
"How does she describe men?"
"Men are all arrogant, lustful, greedy, stupid, utterly useless things, the dregs of the biological world."
As a man, I was truly enraged to hear this.
So I went a step further, lifting Sheila's lower body upwards like an inverted bow, then
spreading her legs apart to expose her tight, pink, and tender anus. It truly resembled a vibrant chrysanthemum.
"What are you doing! You pervert!"
Sheila cried out, a mixture of shock, anger, and shame, her legs kicking wildly in the air.
I, meanwhile, bit her little buttocks, thoroughly punishing this woman who looked down on men. She
truly had skin as soft as ice and jade, the texture of her bite soft and smooth.
"It hurts...it hurts..."
"Stop biting me! You pervert!"
Sheila's body went limp, her eyes filled with tears; all traces of her usual arrogant disdain for men were gone.
I teased her even more, inserting a middle finger into her anus.
Sheila trembled all over, her red lips parting slightly as she let out a series of lewd moans.
Only then did I restore her to a normal sitting position, her legs spread wide towards Little Zhen, before carefully
putting on her military cap with the imperial insignia.
I'd bet my life that Sheila was a genuine virgin, and such a virgin, with
a large man's finger inside her anus, no matter how proud she was, couldn't muster her usual ferocity.
In fact, I'd never seen her so shy and submissive before.
"What do you feel! Being seen in such a shameless and lewd state by your pet?"
Little Zhen stared unblinkingly at her master, her legs constantly crossing, probably already aroused. Truly
a little cow rigorously trained by her master.
"Who's lewd! How dare you say that?" Sheila retorted angrily, tears
welling her eyes already brimming with tears, which would have spilled over if she hadn't been holding them back.
"Don't you admit it?"
My finger inside her anus began to gently rotate. Meanwhile, my other hand plunged straight to the top of the peach garden,
parting Sheila's petals and pinching her little red bean between my fingers.
In an instant, Sheila shuddered as if electrocuted, letting out a wanton gasp and moan.
The little heifer she loved and enjoyed teasing, seeing such an unsightly sight, how could she not feel ashamed?
This would accelerate her heartbeat and blood circulation, in other words, make her body more sensitive. Her love juices would also seep out more easily!
This stubborn black vixen, with her eyes tightly closed and teeth clenched, endured the waves
of pleasure . Although she was unwilling to submit and was still struggling desperately, her flushed cheeks, as if drunk, and
the low moans coming from her nose, indicated that resistance was futile.
When the caresses were nearly finished, my fingers probed down, gently tapping her jade gate. The gate was closed and narrow, yet a layer of clear, transparent, viscous, and warm dew still floated
on it .
No matter how unwilling you are, you still have to submit to my hands! I raised my hand, smeared with nectar, and said, " What excuse do you have
for being aroused by your lowly pet's lewd behavior ?" I placed my fingers in front of Sheila's soft, fragrant mouth, wanting her to lick away her love juice. "You...you..." Enraged and ashamed, she could no longer deny the undeniable reaction of her body. Because of me, the roles between mistress and pet had been completely reversed, and the two women looked at each other with awkward expressions of arousal. "Ah..." Unwilling to be humiliated, Sheila suddenly bit one of my fingers. The one smeared with her love juice. My fingers ached as much as my heart, and since she had fought back with all her might after being humiliated, even though a man doesn't cry, I was in pain my brows were furrowed. In the underworld, an eye for an eye is always an eye for an eye. Since she dared to bite me, I wouldn't let her get away with it. My middle finger, placed inside her anus , attacked from both inside and out with great force. Such a delicate area was being struck hard, how could Sheila, a weak woman, withstand it? She immediately released her grip. Even so, I still had teeth marks on my fingers. "You bitch! You tried to harm me first. If I hadn't been quick and prepared, I would be half-dead by your men even if I were still alive. I'm only giving you a quick slap, not killing you, which is already a huge favor." I grabbed Sheila's silver hair, pulling her up a foot, and slapped her twice with both hands . "Slap! Slap!" "No! Please don't hurt Master, she..." came the anxious voice of the cowwoman pleading beside me. "Waaah..." At this point, Sheila burst into tears, her arrogance completely gone, looking more pitiful than a tortured slave girl . Even so, she didn't wail loudly. Instead, she tried her best to hold back her tears, trying to suppress her uncontrollable sobs. "Do whatever you want! But don't think of me as weak. I'll just consider it a bite from a rabid dog. Even without virginity, it's just a thin membrane. I'll remember this! You just wait, Elios." After making this self-comforting declaration, Sheila slumped down, as if saying, "Kill me or let me do as I please." Except for her still stubborn eyes, Sheila had regained the gentle demeanor expected of a woman. Her black military cap and uniform, combined with her almost naked body, further satisfied my conquering ambition and possessiveness. The hard work had finally paid off. Probably every lesbian has a bunch of different kinds of sex toys by their bedside. Especially with Sheila and Little Jane's master-pet relationship, the number of toys is countless. Among them, I picked an extra-large, fully protruding dildo that activated naturally with magic, and rubbed it between Sheila's pink legs to get it covered in her juices. I thought Sheila must think that the fake thing between her legs was my mighty little brother. She trembled like a lamb. "You...you...no...how can it be so big...ah..." Then I began to explore, inserting the fake thing into her anus. Even I doubted whether I could insert such a large thing smoothly. "Ouch..." Sheila couldn't help but cry out. Her pained expression, her teeth clenched, was truly captivating. "You...you've come to the wrong place. It hurts so much...pull it out..." "In order to keep your virginity, I have no choice but to occupy your back door. If you know what's good for you, you'll obediently relax your buttocks. You should know that I am the master now. You only have two choices: accept it unwillingly, or accept it knowingly. If you accept it willingly, I guarantee you will suffer endless pain, hehe!" Although she refused to answer and kept silent in pain, this noble black fairy lady knew how to avoid harm. She was breathing deeply, her body limp, allowing my penis to enter her anus. "How is it? How does it feel to have such a big thing inside you?" "It hurts so much I want to die." Xiao Zhen, who had witnessed everything, was now sitting on the ground with her legs weak, her eyes shining as she watched me violate her mistress's anus. "Do you feel humiliated?" "You know the answer." Without hearing it with my own ears, I wouldn't understand the extent of her resentment and shame, the hatred of wanting to tear me apart yet being powerless .

This is the punishment I deserve! But I won't be satisfied with just that.
If there's anything more pleasurable than a haughty, disdainful beauty humiliatingly surrendering her rear to me
, it's to use the real thing, openly and forcefully attacking her front gate simultaneously.
After the fake device successfully entered, I used my fingers to pry open Sheila's jade gate and thrust in with my all-conquering dragon root in
one go.
"You... despicable... untrustworthy..."
Attacked from both front and back orifices at the same time, Sheila let out a deafening groan, a sound like weeping and lamenting.
The black elf's virginity was already unusually tight, and although her insides were already a swamp, it was
barely usable. Combined with the vibrations from her rear, plus her own struggles,
it was like giving my little brother a full-body massage that went straight to the depths of his soul. The
waves of pleasure flowing through my body were truly astonishing.
"Phew! So tight, no wonder she's a virgin."
After breaking through her virginity, I felt a cool liquid flowing around my penis, presumably Sheila's
virgin blood. The temperature difference between hot and cold, combined with the incredibly tight pressure, was so pleasurable it made me feel like I was in heaven.
"I really didn't know that dark elves and nobles were people of their word. I was just learning from you, and
have you ever kept your word with me?"
While I continued to thrust in and out of her flower cave with a steady rhythm, I also lifted Sheila's military uniform, exposing
her smooth, pink back. After rubbing against it for a while, I reached down to her chest and caressed her firm,
elastic breasts.
"Warden, how do you feel now?"
"Tell me!"
"Well... your limp thing can't even satisfy a little hen. It's so soft and short..."
Despite her constant moans and faintly pleasurable murmurs, this stubborn black vixen
dared to insult my little brother.
"Fine! I'll see if satisfying you is easier than satisfying a little hen."
I used all my strength, not only increasing the speed of my thrusts but also rotating and thrusting diagonally, while also fiddling with
the end of the prosthetic, making it roll in all directions.
"Ugh... Ahhh... No..."
"No what? Tell me."
I suppressed the pleasure and the rising urge to ejaculate. Sheila's vagina was so tight and smooth,
it felt like I was in heaven.
"I'd rather die than tell!" Her voice was high-spirited, filled with pain and pleasure.
"Then I'll fuck you until you die."
I changed positions, increasing the pace of my attacks even more relentlessly.
The painful groans gradually transformed into a mixture of sorrow and pleasure, a seductive and wanton moan.
"No! I don't want to feel any pleasure from being touched by that stinky man. Ugh!"
"What's so surprising about that! Sadists are usually masochists too. You pretend to hate men. Actually, you're
afraid of exposed by men. You're actually a
pervert who enjoys being abused even more than the cowgirls you keep. It must be even more enjoyable for Jane to see us doing this than usual, you
double ! A man's virility surpasses a woman's fingers and tongue. What you like most isn't torturing Jane, but
being a lower-class female beast tormented by your pet."
I spouted nonsense without any basis, basically just trying to humiliate Sheila, attacking her from both body and mind.
Until, amidst a series of seductive "no" moans, her whole body tensed and contracted like a bowstring, on the
verge of orgasm.
I was nearing the point of uncontrollable climax. Coordinating with the high-frequency contractions of Sheila's flower-like opening, I pulled
out my "cannon," flipped her over, and sprayed
her with white, liquid bullets, aiming directly at her face and exposed breasts beneath her uniform.
Completely defiling this arrogant, dark-skinned beauty, I released
the pent-up anger that had been building up in my chest for days. Her slender, shapely body was covered in milky semen, and Sheila's expression of shame and indignation was indescribably
pleasurable.
And some of the semen was stuck to her fragrant red lips, forcing her to
lick it off before she could speak.
"I will make you pay for what you did today!" Sheila said through
gritted teeth .
"Still not satisfied?"
Remembering Sheila's previous arrogance, I saw no need for further leniency. I removed the rest of her
hat and uniform, leaving her completely naked.
"What else do you want?" Sheila looked at me, both ashamed and angry.
"It's simple! If you're not convinced, I'll fuck you until you are."
This time, I pinned Sheila down on the bed, her pink back facing the sky like a female dog, and entered her from behind.
The virgin blood mixed with my semen and the love juice of the dark elf girl made it easy for me to enter her
narrow flower cave again.
Although Sheila struggled under me, how could her frail body do anything to me? Again and again
, I thrust straight to the heart of her flower cave, riding to the very end, withdrawing and then attacking again.
Sheila gritted her teeth and endured my ravaging, while the little cow she kept watched
her master's humiliation with excited eyes, her legs already soaked.
Unable to withstand my continuous attacks, Sheila parted her pearly lips and let out a pleading gasp.
I, however, mercilessly increased the piston-like movements in and out of her flower cave until this proud noble lady
was exhausted , and then I exploded inside her.
The hot, white semen filled the black fairy's honeyed orifice.
After venting my emotions, I regained my composure. I didn't immediately devour Little Zhen, this "dessert
." There was plenty of time later; it was more important to get down to business.
I dressed, letting Sheila lie on the bed, cursing me helplessly with resentful eyes. I thought to myself that with Sheila
as my trump card, getting out of prison wouldn't be a problem. First, I needed to get Ruby, Moselle, and
the subordinates out, and find Elia's adoptive father. Next, I would retrieve Emma and
wage war against the despicable couple, Perbodia and Nora.
Since I was in Sheila's office, I naturally had to search it thoroughly, not just to plunder the spoils, but more importantly
, to find any documents that could be used to blackmail them. As a noble family, the Kaguru family must have
many unspeakable secrets.
First, I picked up the ring I had just snatched from Sheila's hand. Even if it was a tool to call for help,
I wasn't afraid with a hostage in hand. Mainly, I suspected that the ring might be a special weapon. For me now
"It's perfect timing.
" "No...you can't touch that ring..." Sheila said in a panic, her slender hand weakly
raised .
I naturally wouldn't listen to her, and carefully activated the mechanism on the ring.
In an instant, the ring emitted a dazzling red light forward, and at the same time,
the music .
What exactly is the purpose of this weapon?
As I pondered this, I heard Sheila's vengeful laughter beside me.
"Foolish wretch, have you been fooled? How dare you insult me. Torture him to death! Remember, torture him to death, don't
just kill him easily."
She had barely finished speaking when the sound of tearing cloth came from the other side.
When I turned my face, I saw the usually weak and clumsy Little Zhen, whose eyes had turned blood red, and the
curled yellow horns on her head had turned crimson and become straight. She exuded an astonishing fighting spirit and killing intent,
as if she had become a completely different person.
Breaking free from the gauze curtains binding her hands, like a ferocious beast unleashed, Xiao Zhen pushed off with her left foot
, launching herself into the air with a beautiful, ethereal spin, causing her dignified black maid's dress to billow.
A glimpse of her cleavage peeked out from beneath the dress, and her right leg came hurtling towards me with tremendous force.
In the nick of time, I raised my left arm to block the force of her kick.
Like a storm, like a raging wave, I couldn't imagine that such a delicate orc girl could unleash a kick
as powerful as thunder.
My left arm went numb, and I was sent flying, barely managing to regain my footing.
I was too careless!
I hadn't expected Xiao Zhen to have a third identity besides being an obedient maid and a docile pet—a bodyguard with astonishing martial arts skills
. And that ring was the key to awakening her potential.
Her usually timid, cowardly, and insecure lake-blue eyes now flashed with a cold, murderous aura filled with crimson light.
I crouched low, my steps swift as the wind, my sharp horns gleaming coldly,
charging like a ferocious bull.
"Hah!"
I drew my dagger, slashing at the bull's horns with all my might, blocking the fierce impact.
"Clang."
After the violent collision, I intercepted Xiao Zhen, but the dagger in my hand was chipped.
I can't lose! If I lose here, not only am I doomed, but Emma will have no one left to rely on.
I unleashed all the martial arts I had learned, my punches powerful and my momentum like surging waves.
I was confident that with this speed and power, while not invincible in the capital's underworld, it would be enough to save my life against any formidable enemy.
But Xiao Zhen was faster and stronger than me. For every punch I threw, she had already landed three;
for every foot I moved, she had moved five, moving behind me.
While not quite a firefly unable to rival the moon's brilliance, it was like comparing the moon's light to the sun. The orc woman
's physique was comparable to that of a human man. Xiao Zhen's strength was not only greater than Mo Shi'ai's, but she also possessed speed and
agility .
No matter how strong my fighting spirit was, mental strength could not overcome the gap in physical strength. Punches and kicks
rained down until I was covered in flesh wounds, taking more than seven heavy punches to the abdomen before Xiao Zhen tripped me and knocked me
to the ground. Finally, her foot landed on my neck; with her brute force, she could sever my head at any moment.
"Break his limbs first, then skin him alive,"
came Sheila's urgent voice.
As a man, I had no reason to be tortured to death by a woman. Although I had no chance of winning, I could still
fight, a suicidal attack in my death throes. But I was unwilling to give up; not long ago, I had the upper hand.
"But…"
At the brink of death, a hint of reluctance flashed across Xiao Zhen's merciless face. Hesitantly, she said, "
Master ... I can't bear it..."
"What do you mean, 'can't bear it'! Do as I say! You little heifer, you're dumber and more useless than a dog
."
"If you're sure you'll sleep soundly tonight after killing me, then please do it." I
said, feigning weakness, relaxing my grip and refraining from resistance, gazing at her with tender eyes.
Given Xiao Zhen's weak nature, she might actually kill me if I said that. Fortunately, Sheila's order was to
torture me to death, so I still had time. I hoped my screams would soften Xiao Zhen's heart.
"He treated me like this, and you can ignore it? I've raised you for over ten years, you ungrateful, lewd
heifer!"
Sheila discarded her defiled military cap and uniform, wrapped her naked body in a blanket, and harshly
rebuked Xiao Zhen.
Xiao Zhen lowered her head in shame, tears welling in her eyes, while increasing the pressure on her feet.
She wouldn't disregard her master's orders and give me a quick death, would she?
In that critical moment, I cried out, "How have I treated you? How have you treated Jane?"
"If you feel insulted, what about Jane's feelings? Jane, I only want to teach your
master a lesson on your behalf, to make her understand your feelings. I've done all I can for you. I hope you can abandon this cruel
master and find an opportunity to pursue your own happy life. I'm just a prisoner destined to die in the cell;
it doesn't matter whether I die sooner or later."
"He's talking nonsense, don't fall for his tricks." Sheila must be furious, veins bulging on her forehead.
But I believe these words are enough to sway a kind girl like Jane. I must succeed.
"I...I...I..."
At the last moment, Jane pulled back her feet, kneeling and crawling on the ground, tears streaming down her face, crying and pleading, "
Master, please punish Mr. Elios properly, but please don't kill him. He really is a good person."
Who's a good person?!
I gasped for breath, sat up again, and picked up the dagger from the ground.
Now that I've escaped with my life, if I were to ambush Xiao Zhen from behind, could I pin her
to the ground with a single dagger? Then I could reclaim Sheila as a hostage.
Honestly, I can't bear to! It's not a question of good or bad people, but a question of whether I can bear to do it. This
introverted kind, and somewhat lewd little heifer—in my heart, I've already considered her as a potential member of my harem. To
ambush and kill her in exchange for my future, I truly don't want to.
Secondly, given her skills, I doubt I could even succeed. If the attack fails, even if she's incredibly stupid, she
'll definitely kill me.
After much deliberation, I've come to my answer.
The reason I want to become a gang leader, besides wanting to compete with my father, is to gain power and...
Wealth, and of course, the woman one loves. Power is something that can only be gained through strength, though
cunning and inevitable. But to acquire it by assassinating a woman who loves you is utterly despicable. What right does one have to dominate the underworld
?
Faced with Xiao Zhen's disobedience, Sheila angrily raised her whip to strike us, while she remained
hidden in bed. Her body was still wet with filth, and her face was still wet with tears.
Caught off guard, I couldn't dodge in time, but Xiao Zhen dodged the whip in my place.
Blood splattered as the whip left a gaping wound on Xiao Zhen's beautiful face, a sight too painful to behold.
"You…"
In my rage, I lunged forward to seize this shrew, but Xiao Zhen, a weeping woman, reached out and pulled me back. Despite
her seemingly delicate and boneless hands, she managed to hold me, a grown man, completely immobilized.
"Master, I beg you... If you want to punish him, I'm willing to take the punishment in his place..."
Sheila, her face deathly pale, suppressed her anger and said coldly, each word distinct, "You're
lucky today, because Xiao Zhen is pleading for you! Go back to your cell immediately."
We glared at each other, but the decision wasn't hers or mine; it was actually the little heifer kneeling on
the ground .
She had, unusually, mustered the courage to not allow her master to harm me. But she wouldn't betray her master and
hand me over. To change this situation, Sheila would have to go out in this shameful state and call the jailer in.
But it seemed that as a noblewoman, she neither dared nor wanted to do so.
Before parting, I took Xiao Zhen's hand, who was crying her eyes out, and gently kissed her forehead.
"Bear with it a little longer, and sooner or later I'll rescue you from that wicked woman's side." My fingers
brushed against the wound on her pretty face, quickly becoming wet with warm blood.
Little Zhen, her tears still wet on her cheeks, shook her head frantically, saying, "No! I don't hate Master, and I don't
hate you."
What she meant by not hating was actually liking her!
I never imagined I'd become a rival to a lesbian woman. Glancing at the sorrowful and resentful face of Sheila, I
strode out of the office, casually picking up Sheila's clothes—stained with semen and virgin blood—that she'd dropped on the floor
.
As I pushed open the door, Little Zhen was still watching me with tender, concerned eyes.
I painfully closed the door.
The guards, noticing I was carrying all the warden's clothes, were utterly dumbfounded.
I ignored them; I'd committed a terrible crime. I'd never
understood the unpredictability of life better than now.
Riding Sheila was indeed pleasurable. But Little Zhen rescuing her from me
meant I was doomed. I'm sure after she's washed up, she'll immediately order someone to chop me into mincemeat.
I had no time to regret or blame myself and Xiao Zhen. I had to
find .
Back in the cell, the prisoners saw the clothes in my hand and immediately stirred. Everyone rushed over
to see , bombarding me with questions.
"Where did you get these clothes?"
"Need you even ask? They came from someone, of course. As for what I did, you
can imagine ."
The prisoners were ecstatic, almost frenzied, upon hearing of my good deed. Everyone here lived
in Sheila's shadow. Not only were they tortured by physical labor every day, but they were also constantly at risk of being brutally murdered.
Everyone both feared and hated the warden.
Now that I could vent their anger, their excitement was as if they had done Sheila themselves. Of course,
I wouldn't tell the ordinary prisoners the details. After sending them away, I immediately went to
discuss it with Rebiru and Moshiai.
Rebiru patted my shoulder hard, gesturing wildly, "You're a born gigolo!
You managed to coax that lesbian devil into bed, and she even gave you her clothes!"
"Brother, you're really something. I was already planning to have a tombstone carved for you. Now, to get that vixen
to release us, all you need to do is give the order. Just tell the jailer to bring some wine, and we'll drink to our hearts' content."
I could only smile wryly and say, "You two, let me tell you the whole story."
At first, they praised my quick wit and kept pressing me about the rape of Sheila, looking on with a knowing,
dreamy expression.
But when I mentioned that the ring caused the failure and Sheila was rescued by Xiao Zhen, they immediately
froze, completely dumbfounded.
"Don't just stay silent, help me think of something."
A distressed Rebiru rummaged through his pockets, pulling out a dozen or so copper coins. "Take these and everything will
be fine."
"What use are these dozen or so copper coins?!"
I thought to myself, Rebiru is experienced in life; these coins must have some hidden meaning, something to rescue me from
this predicament .
"For you, kid, as a funeral gift. Any left over, Mo Shi'ai, use it to carve a tombstone. The epitaph will say: 'The most
foolish .'"

(Chapter

1, Episode 2: The Black Demon's Deal
) "Aren't we friends?! Do you need to talk like that at a time like this?" I was furious, grabbing
his shirt and yelling.
"What other way is there to remedy this? There's no way to fix someone's stupidity. You didn't touch anything else, but
you had to touch that ring. Even if you really wanted to touch it, couldn't you have called your brothers to cover for you first? Tying
the cowherd's hands with a gauze curtain is one thing, but you should have chained her up!"
"You're just offering hindsight advice!"
"Yeah! I'm only good at hindsight. I'll carve your epitaph myself after you die, at least we were
friends ."
I knew he had reason to be angry, because deep down I was angry with myself too, but
what good was just being angry?
Mo Shi'ai racked his brains and said, "It's not necessarily hopeless. Maybe that black elf will fall in love with the boss's bedroom
skills and won't be willing to kill you."
Sigh! The wisdom of the orcs.
Nothing much happened the rest of the day, and it passed by unexpectedly amidst fear and anxiety.
It wasn't that I hadn't thought of a solution, but after racking my brains, I felt they were all impossible. In the middle of the night,
Rebiru crawled to my bedside and said, "Still not dead, you idiot?"
"Are you here to start a fight, you old codger!"
"I've thought it through for you. The situation might not be as hopeless as it seems. At least she hasn't sent anyone to kill me immediately,"
Rebiru said seriously, no longer arguing with me.
"But knowing her personality, she might spend several days devising the most agonizing tortures to deal with
me."
"That's exactly what our warden would do!"
After our big argument this morning, we were finally able to talk calmly. But I couldn't relax at all.
"Whether it's your luck or your misfortune, our warden is a dark elf. Their race is cruel
and bloodthirsty, but they prioritize profit over morality and reputation. If you're truly useful, you could help them and their daughter
make a name for themselves in the underworld. Perhaps they'll spare your life first, and then kill you when you're no longer of use."
"Assuming that's the case, once I get out, I'll be like a dragon returning to the sea; will they still have the power to decide my life or death?"
"The problem is whether you can get out. Secondly, didn't you say the heifer has deep feelings for you?"
"That's for sure." "
In that case, there are advantages and disadvantages. Perhaps the heifer can plead for your life, or perhaps
our warden, driven by jealousy and hatred, will have to kill you because of both old and new grudges."
"Well said! I have a plan that can turn everything around. But I need time, and
I need it as soon as possible. Can you help me consider it?"
With Rebiru's help, I revised many flaws in the plan. The problem is that formulating a plan is
difficult enough , but implementing it is even more difficult.
The discussion temporarily ended as dawn approached.
Rebiru hesitated for a moment before taking out a letter from his person: "I don't know whether I should give this to you. This morning
, while you were having a good time, I received a letter from Elijah for you, but it's
up to you whether you read it or not."
"Someone wrote to me?"
I had no regrets and immediately took the letter and opened it.
"Brother:
How are you? Life in prison must be very difficult. Please take care of yourself.
Emma can't forget everything that happened that night at Father's funeral. Emma felt
very hurt, her heart was breaking. Brother, you are so bad, so bad! So bad. I once thought of never forgiving you.
But when I saw the letter Elijah gave me, your letter of repentance and declaration of love, I hesitated.
Then, when I met you again in court, thinking that you would be sentenced to death, and hearing your heartfelt confession, my
heart softened. I believe you love me, even if your methods are wrong.
I am also willing to try to accept your love, if..." Only in this way can you accept me.
Recently, my mother got me out of the convent, but she wants me to marry Pablo Diaz.
I don't know what my mother is thinking, but a woman should only have one man in her life. And my man
is my brother.
Emma will not let her purity be tainted. I have prepared poison. Regardless of whether the letter reaches
my brother, if you still can't save me by then, I will take the poison on our wedding day.
Emma is selfish! But... please... please... please, brother, commit suicide in prison too! That way we can
be reunited in heaven.
To my beloved sister Emma.
You silly little thing.
Looking at the tear stains near the word "please" on the letter, my heart is bleeding. If it weren't for me, Emma, we wouldn't
be in this situation today. I will never commit suicide, and I will never let you die. You must wait for me to come out.
Don't do anything foolish. At the same time, I must thank Elia for her wisdom, for forging a letter for Emma for me.
The next day, Moschusai promoted my claim that I raped Sheila among the prisoners, along with
the pile of clothes as evidence. My reputation in the prison soared overnight; I was practically a hero in everyone's eyes.
Rebiru and I worked hard to win over various prisoner groups to prepare for my plan. Although there were some
obstacles, everything went relatively smoothly.
On the third day, Sheila finally issued the order to see me.
Now I had to gamble on my luck and the effectiveness of my manipulation of Little Jane. I steeled myself to meet this cunning
and venomous beauty.
The meeting place was Sheila's residence, a small two-story castle. Upon entering, I was subjected to
a rigorous search, almost to the point of having my internal organs turned inside out.
Escorted by the guards, I arrived at the second-floor terrace.
Sheila had tied a strand of her silver hair into a ponytail and changed out of her usual black military uniform into a delicate, emerald-
green dress often worn by young women.
Xiao Zhen's face was still bandaged, and she wore a leather mask. Her hands were
bound , and her clothes weren't a maid's dress, but rather the brown linen of slaves—if you could even call it clothing
. Her fair arms and legs were exposed, her full breasts almost bursting out of her top. Her skin bore numerous
whip marks, freshly treated with medicine, giving her a pitiful, slave-like appearance. She knelt on all fours. When she saw me enter, she
was too afraid to even look up. It was clear how much suffering she had endured for me.
If even the pampered heifer had such a fate, then my fate was even worse.
Fairies are often praised by humans for their
exceptional beauty and ethereal, otherworldly aura. But Sheila, the evil dark fairy, now exuded a bewitching,
demonic . A hint of seduction floated in her eyes, without any anger or hatred. Her slender, delicate body
emitted a seductive, feminine fragrance, as if beckoning someone to conquer her.
Sheila sat leaning against the railing, turning back to smile at me and saying, "Please sit."
Seduced by her beauty, I momentarily forgot my fear. If it weren't for the sight of Xiao Zhen's pitiful state and the righteous
indignation fueling my anger, I would have been completely bewitched by her.
After I forcibly took her once, Sheila's aura had risen to a new level, becoming even more alluring
and bewitching. Or perhaps she had secretly cast a spell on me, using drugs in her fragrance. In short, in my eyes, she
was like a bewitching witch from hell, easily bewitching people until they were dizzy.
"It seems you've become even more captivating after absorbing my yang essence. It seems women still need men to
nourish . Before I sit down, could you help Xiao Zhen stand up?"
Hearing my words, Xiao Zhen raised her head, looking at me with gratitude.
In the hall, besides the four healers who had had their earrings changed and their injuries healed, there were more than ten jailers. If I wanted to resort
to violence, I had absolutely no chance.
Sheila gently rested her chin on her hand, scrutinizing me with a curious expression. She said leisurely, "Little Zhen is someone's pet,
and you even interfere with her activities. Don't you think that's too domineering for a man? Indeed, I was
nourished by your yang essence last time. It seems that a man's essence can nourish yin and beautify the complexion, not just a legend. But compared to yang essence, blood
is more abundant. Anyway, there are many prisoners here who deserve to die. I'm thinking, should I cut off their heads and
bathe them in human blood?"
She didn't utter a single curse word. But Sheila's words were heavily threatening, especially to
me, a prisoner.
Perhaps it's a man's inherent tendency to be masochistic, but imagining Sheila bathing in a pool of blood, I even
felt a reaction in my lower body.
The current situation is like a cat playing with a mouse. Sheila, as always, will first toy with me, and then make me
suffer a terrible .
I couldn't help but feel delighted. Go ahead and play with me, but you'll soon find that you're
not playing with a mouse, but a wounded tiger. As long as you don't kill me immediately, give me time, and I'll have a chance
to fight back . And it's a desperate counterattack that turns the tide.
"Regarding what you mentioned last time, that you could help my father control the underworld in the capital, my father and I have
discussed it and decided to give you a chance. We will provide you with financial support and allow you to freely choose supporters from among the prisoners
to help you."
"Oh! It seems your eye for talent has been honed, and you know how to spot people."
Sheila was like someone placing a piece of cheese in front of me; did she think I didn't know it was poisoned?
Despite my vicious sarcasm, Sheila remained unmoved, gently stroking Xiao Zhen's chin as she continued
, "Being good with words alone doesn't make you a talent. To prove whether you have the ability to gain our
support , I need to give you a test."
After a slight pause, she continued, "Escape from this No Return Island prison. If
you can't even guarantee your own freedom and life, how can you expect us to believe that you can carve out a niche for yourself in the capital's underworld?"
This witch, she's certain I can't escape her grasp.
"If you trust those you employ, you won't employ those you doubt. Since you have doubts, I might as well go back to being a prisoner."
Sheila extended her hand to me, her smooth, creamy palm grasping mine as she softly
said, "Don't be so stubborn! I'm a prince's daughter, after all. You already took full advantage of me last time
; do you expect me to kneel and beg you?"
"What if I insist on not accepting?"
"If that's the case, there's nothing I can do! Before we part, let me tell you a little tidbit, you
great Casanova. I heard your sister's wedding has been moved up to ten days from now. Would you like me to make an exception and allow
you to attend?"
"So, you mean I didn't have a choice in the first place!"
I never expected Pablo Diaz to be so decisive, and Sheila's information network was so efficient. It's truly
a double whammy .
"Since that's the case, everything will be easier. To accommodate your sister's wedding, I'll give you ten days. However
... like my father, I value talent and despise servants. If you can't pass the test, you'll
become my bathwater. Do you have any objections?" Sheila's smile was so sweet it was melting.
"What objections could I possibly have? Even if I die, my blood can kiss your fragrance
again . What does it matter? Isn't it said that even ghosts can be romantic? But I have one more condition: you must remove
the restraints from Xiao Zhen, and you must not abuse her during this time."
"Okay!"
Only at this moment did Sheila stop her seductive attitude, reluctantly gritting her teeth and agreeing.
I directly removed Xiao Zhen's mask, then asked Sheila for the key and
removed the iron lock from my hand.
"Thank you for your hard work."
"I...I...you're welcome." Fearing Sheila beside her, Xiao Zhen was moved but dared not make a
move.
I wasn't so audacious as to be intimate with Xiao Zhen right now. Heartbroken, I stroked the red marks on her delicate hands,
said goodbye, and was reluctantly led out of the room. The
moment the door closed, I heard the sound of shattering glass hitting it. Sheila, with her penchant for affectation,
must be furious. But I'm certain she won't easily let go of the opportunity to retaliate.
Whether Prince Kagu really gave me this chance or not, I truly have to thank Sheila's personality.
If she had wanted to execute me on the spot from the start, I would have been helpless.
Escaping this prison within ten days would probably be an unprecedented feat.
But I believe it's not impossible.
Back in the cell, I immediately discussed the situation with everyone. We proceeded according to the plan, only the time was more pressing and
the difficulty greater. Especially Elijah; the guards had sent a message asking for her assistance, but I didn't know if it would be in time.
This prison exploits the prisoners' human resources to the fullest extent. Besides the farmland and quarry, Sheila naturally
wouldn't miss any other opportunity to make money. The prison also housed workshops producing handicrafts and
a mint that used educated prisoners to forge documents and produce counterfeit currency.
I conceived a very bold plan: to find prisoners with shipbuilding knowledge to research and build a single-person submarine.
Materials were to be stolen from the workshops, and the submarine had to be secretly
built outside within ten days using the tunnels of Rebiru.
This was no easy task; the design of the submarine's descent and ascent alone had already racked our brains.
Stealing usable parts from the workshops was a capital offense if discovered, especially with only ten days available.
Furthermore, sufficient food and drinking water needed to be prepared for the submarine. All of this depended on other prisoners secretly saving
food and water for me.
More importantly, the number of prisoners I directly controlled was only a small fraction of the total. To get
help from other prisoners, I had to negotiate with various factions within the prison.
This should have been extremely difficult, but thanks to Sheila's self-deprecating humor, having her
as a common enemy allowed us to temporarily cooperate, even with opposing groups of prisoners. Besides, no one else but me
could offer them any hope of leaving this island of no return.
The tunnel that Rebiru planned to dig was meant to lead directly to the dock for him to smuggle onto a ship, but it was only two
-thirds .
Getting to the dock was already difficult, but boarding a ship was even harder, because without a ship, it was impossible to get from here.
To escape, this place, besides Sheila's residence, was the most heavily guarded.
During this period, more than twenty prisoners were executed for being caught stealing tools for me.
The single-person submarine, secretly hidden on the rocky beach and only built at night, was almost complete.
On the sixth day , after several failed attempts, I took advantage of the ship's repairs to sneak into the ship myself,
my target being the crucial compass.
Although I could board the ship, I couldn't escape by stealing. Before each departure, the prison cells would take
a headcount; the ship wouldn't set sail if even one prisoner was missing. Moreover, the ship would be searched three times to ensure
no one could sneak over.
When I stole the compass and was about to leave the deck, I saw my nemesis, Magee,
talking to the foreman of the guards.
I quickly hid in the escape dinghy.
"If Sheila finds out, my head is definitely going to be chopped off," the foreman said fearfully.
"Fortune favors the bold. Don't forget the amount the boss of the Perpendicular gang gave you. Just take the money and escape the country, won't you
?"
"What do you need hundreds of gunheads for? Simply to kill that Elios."
"That little bastard broke my leg. I swear I won't rest until I take his life. Now he's a hero among the prisoners;
ordinary assassination methods won't work on him. My boss has already spent a fortune bribing enough men. When the opportunity arises,
we'll all riot, using long spears as weapons to stab him through."
"Riot! My God! Aren't you afraid of getting your heads?"
"Don't worry, that kid even dared to challenge the warden. We'll avenge the warden; there will only be rewards, no
punishment ."
The foreman shook his head noncommittally. Afterwards, Magee led several tall prisoners to
carry away the wooden crate containing the gunheads.
Thinking of his clenched teeth, as if he wanted to devour me alive, a chill ran down my spine. If I
didn't handle the situation well, I would be trapped with no way forward and pursuers behind me.
By the seventh night, time was running out. There was still time to escape, but considering
the journey , I could only appear at the wedding alone to rescue Emma.
My reason told me that venturing into the lion's den alone was suicidal, but like a moth
drawn to couldn't resist the instinct to fly into it.
Besides Rebiru and Moshiai, a few other trustworthy prisoners came to see me off. After
overcoming numerous obstacles, the rudimentary submarine, converted from a large wine barrel and only capable of short dives of half an hour,
was completed.
This submarine had never been tested; if it capsized, I would surely perish at sea.
"I thought we had done everything perfectly to keep it a secret and deceive the enemy. The hardships we endured are unspeakable
, but have we really fooled that cunning black devil?" Before setting off, I was filled with anxiety, unable
to believe we had succeeded.
"Who knows! But this was built with the blood, sweat, and lives of my brothers. Just like in
business , once the stakes are set, you have to bet boldly. Besides, the lookout didn't give any warning;
even if she knew, it would be too late to stop us."
"Have a safe trip! Good brother."
Rebiru patted my shoulder in support.
Seeing the hopeful expressions on everyone's faces, I said, "We will definitely succeed, and then we'll all raise
a glass to celebrate."
"Okay," everyone answered in unison.
This journey was extremely dangerous, with a sense of foreboding.
Unveiling the camouflage, I jumped into the submarine. I stopped with the lingering farewells and began pedaling
forward.
Fortunately, the submarine didn't sink, and the celebrities on the shore waved goodbye.
I sailed alone in the darkness, guided only by the compass.
I moved forward alone in the vast ocean.
Ten minutes later, suddenly, several beams of light appeared on the surface of the sea ahead, constantly
shrinking .
"That sly fox really did spot me early on, otherwise how could she have arrived so quickly? But no matter how much you
imagine, you'd never guess I was building a submarine."
Luckily, I anticipated this from the beginning and began my descent.
As ships of all sizes surrounded us, their lights reflecting on the sea, and arrows rained down like locusts, the small submarine
vanished into the water.
Now, my only worry is that Sheila will immediately arrest those who helped me; I wonder
what .
"To actually come up with the idea of building a submarine, you certainly have a lot of clever ideas, and the ability to actually create a physical prototype. Perhaps
I underestimated you!"
From within the confined underwater space, I heard Sheila's sweet voice.
Startled, I fumbled around my feet and found a crystal ball the size of a fist. Floating inside
was a picture of Sheila bathing in a fragrant tub, her bare shoulders and beautiful legs exposed, holding a glass of red wine.
The bathwater she was bathing in was blood-red—could it really be human blood?
"Don't worry! Don't look so terrified. This isn't human blood, it's just red wine. But I've already
prepared an iron coffin for you, filled with spikes for draining blood. I'm waiting to bathe in your blood. Don't
drown. That wouldn't be fun! Hahaha."
Sheila, inside the crystal ball, laughed triumphantly and downed her drink in one gulp, while my submarine began to enter the water.
Several powerful jets of water sprayed onto me, the seawater icy cold.
"Don't think you've already won. As long as I have a breath left, I haven't lost!" That brat had
tampered with the submarine.
I pulled out my dagger and stabbed at the submarine, which I had painstakingly built.
After dozens of stabs, I finally cut through a plank. The seawater rushed in even faster, reaching my waist.
"Huff! Huff! Huff! I won't die, I won't die there."
By the time I cut through the second plank, the icy seawater had reached my chest.
Damn it, there's no time left.
I continued to struggle, taking my last deep breath. Next, the icy seawater engulfed me,
plunging everything into darkness.
Hurry! Holding my breath and enduring the pain, I pushed and pulled the planks. In that life-or-death moment, I managed to create
a large hole and escaped the submarine through it.
As I swam upwards, I felt dizzy and a tearing pain in my lungs. You must understand, when the seawater...
A sudden, rapid ascent from a fixed depth could be fatal. But I couldn't worry about that now.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
As soon as I surfaced, I gasped for breath. The frigid seawater was enough to cause hypothermia, and
with the high winds and rough waves, even a slight weakness in swimming would surely drown me.
"Cut off his limbs if you don't care, capture him alive. I'll offer a reward of three thousand gold coins!"
On the largest warship, I didn't see Xiao Zhen, only
Sheila, draped in a warm bath, drying her long, silver hair with a towel, ordering her men.
A beauty after a bath has a captivating charm, but I had no time to appreciate it.
In the cold, raging waves, I desperately swam underwater to survive, minimizing my surfacing for air.
And whenever I surfaced, various warships of different sizes would shine lights and shoot arrows,
while others would cast nets into the sea to catch me, like fishermen.
The raging waves posed a significant threat to my life, but they also hampered Sheila's search. Despite the cold and
exhaustion that had left my limbs numb, I never gave up. The will to survive, my love for my sister, and
my hatred for my enemies sustained me. I couldn't be fished out like a dead fish and bled to become Sheila's bathwater.
My body was numb, yet I forced myself to keep going with sheer willpower.
Swimming desperately! Swimming! Ignoring the towering waves behind me and the relentless pursuit of arrows raining down upon me.
Several times, death brushed past me, arrows landing on the water before me.

Chapter Two: Island Storm
Under the cover of night, or perhaps divine intervention, I re-landed on the island of no return.
"Ha...ha...ha...ha..."
Exhaling large amounts of white smoke, utterly exhausted, I felt excruciating pain throughout my body. Only then did I realize I had
at least three grazes from arrows. One was still embedded in my waist, thankfully the wound wasn't deep.
I gritted my teeth and pulled the arrow out, enduring the pain.
"Damn it! It hurts like hell. Ouch... Ouch..." After pulling out the arrow, I hastily bandaged myself. I 'm incredibly lucky
to have survived the hypothermia and blood loss at sea . I need dry clothes, and preferably a fire. Otherwise, given my current condition, I'll die sooner or . Even worse, Sheila is constantly expanding her search area; a whole row of lights is closing in on me from the distance on the rocky beach. "Am I really at my wit's end?" No, absolutely not. Just then, a thick, powerful beam of light ripped through the night sky. "The lighthouse!" "There's hope." There are about two thousand jailers on the island. Sheila's massive mobilization must have weakened . Even if there are guards in the lighthouse, there won't be many. I can get clothes, regain my body temperature, and even find food here. Looking at the light of hope before me, I ran with all my might, enduring the pain, across the boulders and rocks on the beach. Behind me , the relentless search party pressed on. I sprinted, shaking off my pursuers, and arrived at the towering lighthouse entrance. Luckily, the gate wasn't locked. Thank goodness! Climbing hundreds of steps in this situation wasn't easy, but with sheer willpower, I made my way up, step by step, until I reached the top. There was only one jailer, yawning boredly. In this life-or-death situation, I had no concept of morality. I drew my dagger, waited for an opportunity, and slit his throat. It was unbelievably simple, easier than killing a dog. But his dying gaze and the copious amount of blood gushing from his neck sent a chill down my spine. "To succeed, you must kill. I won't forget you being the first person I kill." The moment he died, I stripped him of his armor and sword for my own use, and used the firewood inside the lighthouse for warmth, eating all the dry rations and drinking water I could find. I waited alone, clearing my mind of all superfluous thoughts and fears, relaxing my body to prepare for the impending battle to defend the lighthouse. Dawn broke, the sun's rays bathing the island of no return; the peaceful moments were numbered. Today would be my day of regaining freedom, or perhaps my day of saying goodbye to this world. The guards began to gather at the foot of the lighthouse, and soon broke down the gates, swarming forward. I piled up debris at the top-floor entrance, then lay on the ground, listening intently for approaching footsteps. As I expected, they initially surged upwards with astonishing speed. When the guards were close enough, I severed the corpse's head and hurled it at them. Even though each of them was accustomed to slaughtering prisoners like animals, exhausted from climbing hundreds of steps in heavy armor, the sudden sight of a head flying towards them, accompanied by a shower of blood, caused some to scream, some to fall , and many more to freeze in shock. I cried out in my heart, "This is my chance!" I leaped from behind the clutter, raised my sword high above my head, and slashed down at the neck of the leading jailer. "Whoosh!" A flash of silver light, and another head flew down with a spurt of blood. Using this preemptive killed seven or eight more in quick succession, terrifying the jailers into a chaotic retreat. What followed was a long and bloody battle. The stairs weakened the jailers, the corpses on the stairs demoralized them, and the blood made them unsteady. The clutter protected my lower body, and I had the advantage of being on higher ground. After more than an hour of relentless attacks from dozens of men, only a few more died and a dozen were wounded. Defending wasn't a problem for the time being, but I couldn't rest, and I had run out of water and food. Without reinforcements , I would be killed or captured sooner or later. Sheila donned a full battle robe and armor, exuding an imposing aura like a female general commanding an operation beneath the lighthouse. However, she wasn't directing a battle, but rather a hunt to capture me. Frustrated by the prolonged siege, Sheila's almond-shaped eyes widened in anger. "A bunch of good-for-nothings! You haven't caught anyone in an hour!" she exclaimed. "But he's a one-man army, and he's on high ground. Why don't we hold out for two days, until he's exhausted and weak from hunger, before attacking?" "You incomprehensible fool! You want me to wait here for two days?" Sheila slapped the jailer across the face. "Listen up, you bastard up there! If you know what's good for you, come down here and surrender immediately. Otherwise, I'll keep you in prison..."

"My friends and subordinates were all skinned alive and boiled alive, suffering excruciating pain until they died."
This evil black goblin is truly ruthless.
"If I were a bastard, what would you be, the one I shared a meal with! Of course, I believe you would do it,
but we brothers are of one mind, and it's fate that we can die on the same day, month, and year. I don't believe you
'll let them go after I surrender. If you want to capture me, send men to kill me."
I made a profanity gesture by raising my middle finger.
Sheila's face turned red with anger, and she jumped up and kicked like a child, shouting and cursing loudly below.
"Miss, why don't you just kill him with magic? It's simple and efficient."
"No! If I use magic, I'll kill him in an instant. Wouldn't that be too easy for him?"
"The most effective way to deal with beasts is fire. Prepare firewood and dry grass.
Set fire to the firewood on the downwind side of the lighthouse, and place damp grass as a cushion on the other side. I'll smoke him out."
After gathering over five hundred jailers and quickly setting up the fire attack formation on the ground, Sheila
personally lit the fire. Soon, thick smoke rushed in through the window.
In the nick of time, I wet a cloth with urine, wrapped it around my face, and crawled on the ground, closing my eyes and enduring the smoke.
That wretched little vixen! One night of marriage, a hundred nights of kindness—was she trying to murder her husband?
I knew the smoke was poisonous; even if I wasn't directly burned, breathing in the smoke for too long would still
kill me.
It was still a long time before the appointed time!
But I had no other choice. With hope, I crawled to the window next to me, gazing at
the cells .
In the distance, figures moved and spread outwards, gradually accompanied by shouts of battle.
"Great! Great!"
Led by Sheila, the surrounding guards were stunned by this sudden turn of events.
Soon, a guard, his armor covered in blood and helmet gone, came running in a disheveled state.
"Warden...Warden, a report of a prison riot! It's large...we
can't . They've breached the armory, releasing more prisoners while advancing towards the docks."
"How could this happen! The prisoners' weapons are at most wooden sticks. Each of you has swords and
armor how could you be no match for them?"
Sheila was furious.
"They don't just have sticks; they've somehow acquired hundreds of spears. They attacked simultaneously during the morning assembly
, each one fearless, throwing us into disarray."
"Even if they have weapons, they're just a rabble!"
"But...but..." The messenger fell silent, too afraid to speak.
"Leave a hundred men here, the rest go back to suppress them." Sheila, unwilling to give up on my hunt
, ordered the mobilization of troops.
"Miss, please wait! Something is amiss. Regardless of how the prisoners smuggled in such a large quantity of weapons,
we only have two thousand men, while the prisoners number ten thousand. They took advantage of the fact that you mobilized a third of your men to launch an attack,
and with our defenses spread out, the situation looks very bad. For your safety, please board the ship and leave the island."
"What are you saying! Are you telling me to run away with my tail between my legs? And then embarrass myself in front of my father and beg him
to deal ?"
"Miss, if this continues, even you will be in danger. At that time, His Highness the Prince will not let us off."
The jailers trembled with fear at the thought of the Prince's wrath and severe punishment if something happened to Sheila.
I couldn't let her sail away. Although the situation was not yet out of danger, facing the encirclement of hundreds of jailers,
in order to buy time, and for the safety of my brothers and myself, I took a desperate gamble and jumped out of the lighthouse, landing
on the wet grass below.
"You...grab him now, don't let this opportunity slip away!" Sheila shouted, her anger turning to joy.
"Those who are desperate should use this chance to escape, otherwise they'll fall into the hands of the prisoners. Hehe!"
I leaned against the wall, sword in hand, fighting the surrounding jailers. The clashing of swords created a "clang" sound.
This was a contest of will and strength. I was already stronger than the average person, and I faced a life-or-death struggle. In
a few leaps, I knocked two swords away.
I shouted, "If the riot fails, we will all die a gruesome death. So everyone
is their lives, even if it means taking someone down with them. And you lot who have been searching me all night, so tired
you can barely hold your swords, how can you possibly defeat me? Besides, you still have a way out. Once you're on the ship, you'll be fine.
Compared to , who thinks they have a chance of winning?"
In an instant, all those surrounding me stopped fighting.
"Now, the guards must be engaged in a race to the docks. First come, first served; last come, last served
. Are you willing to sacrifice your comrades to buy time?"
Sheila urged. "Don't listen to his alarmist talk. Stop him now."
"Is that possible?"
A childish female voice mocked, tinged with sarcasm.
At the same time, a circular ball of light shot through the air, its cold light flashing as it flew towards the group of guards.
"Whoosh... Ah... Help..."
The first guard to be hit was sliced in two, his upper body flying into the air, a fountain of blood spraying into the sky.
Such a horrifying scene terrified the guards, who had never experienced combat, and they scattered and fled.
The ball of light killed many people, circled around, and landed in the hands of a girl standing proudly on the wall.
"Little Yi..."
I never expected that Little Yi would appear to help me in this isolated island prison.
"Disarm and you'll be spared! Surrender!" Little Yi gripped her blood-stained giant axe, facing hundreds of prison guards
with unwavering courage and an air of certain victory as she addressed them, urging them to surrender.
"Don't waste your time!" Seeing the sudden shift in the situation, Sheila gave the order, and the previously stunned
prison guards charged towards us, a fierce battle erupting instantly.
Just then, a dozen or so prisoners appeared on the perimeter, almost all covered in blood and bloodthirsty, the riot
finally spreading here. But suddenly faced with an army of hundreds of prison guards, they were terrified and stopped fighting.
"The outcome depends on us today! Even if we die, we'll drag one or two people down to hell with us. Charge!"
I launched the first attack, spurring the prisoners into a desperate assault.
I wasn't simply acting recklessly or with brute force; my actions were carefully calculated. The prison guards were
well- trained and ruthless in killing prisoners. But they weren't a true army; they only
knew how to kill, not how to be killed. Suddenly faced with our desperate attack, they will inevitably lose their composure, especially with the ships at the dock...
Their will to survive, coupled with my earlier attempt to demoralize them, extinguished their fighting spirit; how could they possibly fight again?
In underworld jargon, a brawl is called "splitting the gang," and this was truly the largest gang fight I'd ever experienced.
The two sides were vastly outnumbered. Wielding my sword, I hacked and slashed through the crowd, carving a
bloody path through the flashing blades.
One prison guard after another fell, their blood splattering beneath my blade, their screams and wails echoing endlessly, the air thick with the stench of
sweat and blood.
Driven by my primal fighting instincts, I was unusually excited, fearless of the swords flashing past,
as powerful as a lion.
My companion, Xiao Yi, used her innate strength and petite, agile body to
maneuver , striking her enemies with deadly force whenever she found an opening. None of her men could withstand a single blow; she advanced all the way to my
side.
Facing a massive encirclement of hundreds of prison guards, my much younger and beautiful aunt and I stood back-to-back, providing cover
for each other as we fought side-by-side.
"Kill! Let's go to the docks and seize the boats!" I shouted, raising my fist.
As more prisoners joined in, the echoes of my cries reverberated.
The demoralized guards, though numerous, eventually lost their nerve and retreated towards the docks like a receding tide.
Of the dozens of dead and wounded left on the ground, prisoners comprised more than two-thirds of the total. Sheila, however, was nowhere to be seen.
At that moment, Magee led over a hundred prisoners charging towards me.
I cautiously drew my sword, while Little Yi stood bravely beside me, wielding a large axe.
"Boss, we really succeeded!"
he exclaimed, covered in blood and dragging a limp leg with wild joy.
"We also have to thank you for your hard work,"
we said, each with our own agendas, patting each other on the shoulder in celebration.
Later, Rebiru and Moshiai's main forces arrived one after another. The few of us men, reunited after the ordeal,
embraced each other with excitement and joy. Little Yi silently and aloofly wiped her blood-stained axe.
My riot plan succeeded not only because of Rebiru's instigation, Moselle's execution, and Maggie's
betrayal, but also thanks to Elia's assistance and the existence of our common enemy, Sheila.
Using this plan, I persuaded Maggie to join my side; the prospect of regaining his freedom was far more appealing than his hatred for me or the money from Ceballos
. Through Maggie, I convinced Ceballos to spend a whopping 30,000
gold coins—a pretext to kill me—to smuggle in gunheads, crucial weapons for the riot. A
large sum of money alone might not be enough to bribe the prison guard in charge of shipping, so Elia and Little Yi
kidnapped his family members outside the prison. However, I hadn't expected Little Yi to disregard everything and infiltrate
the prison .
The mini-submarine was merely a tool for Sheila to spy on, used to play hide-and-seek with the pursuers. The plan was to lure away the main force of the prison guards
tonight launching the uprising, but unfortunately, it didn't work as intended.
"Why didn't you notify us before starting the uprising? We almost
came to blows arguing about whether to coordinate earlier," Rebiru complained to me repeatedly.
"It's my fault! I didn't expect the witch to be so powerful; I almost turned her into bathwater. Now that we can't see her, she
's probably already at the dock. Let's not waste any more time; let's press our advantage immediately."
The next few thousand prisoners marched towards the dock in a mighty force, advancing over blood and corpses.
Upon reaching the dock, they found the vanguard already engaged in a fierce battle with the prison guards. Half of the ships that had been chained to the dock
had already sailed away. We only managed to capture a few small boats, enough to hold no more than a hundred people.
Sheila, leading a hundred elite personal guards, including ten mages, personally guarded a
large ship capable of carrying two thousand people.
Since that was the case, I personally led the prisoners to attack the large ship. A dense rain of arrows fell from the ship, each
volley causing dozens of deaths and injuries. Various terrifying magical attacks, such as lightning and fireballs, also rained down. Especially
Sheila's ice magic; each blizzard she unleashed froze dozens of people to the ground.
"Don't be afraid! Don't back down! If we don't seize the ship, when the Empire sends troops to suppress us, no one will survive."
To prevent Xiao Yi from taking further risks, I braved the arrows and stones to climb the wooden ladder and attack again. My body was
covered in blood, whether from the enemy or myself, I couldn't tell.
The enemy had mages and archers, plus a sturdy ship. This wasn't something we could take down simply by numbers
. We attacked ten times, and failed ten times; this was the eleventh. Thousands had already died or been wounded.
At this moment, Sheila's four guardians, protecting Xiao Zhen in the middle, along with more than two hundred prison guards, arrived
at the dock .
"So that's how it is? The little vixen didn't sail because she was waiting for her pet cow."
Our forces outnumbered theirs by dozens of times, but with Xiao Zhen's skills, she should be able to break through the encirclement and board the ship
.
Now that a direct assault was impossible, I had no choice but to keep her as a hostage.
Just as I was about to change direction, Sheila called out to me from the ship, "Ellios, let's negotiate
!"
I wanted to consult with someone first before making a decision. But Rebiru, at his age, had been charging alongside us and
was now too exhausted to speak. The other prisoner leaders were also undecided. Xiao Yi and
Mosai strongly advocated a direct assault.
Since a frontal attack had failed, it was time for negotiation.
I boldly and fearlessly boarded the ship alone and negotiated with Sheila in the captain's cabin.
The little girl sitting opposite me, unconvinced, lightly bit her nails with her pearly white teeth.
"You've got guts! In such a short time, you've managed to orchestrate such a large-scale riot. Aren't these prisoners
afraid of death?"
"It's precisely because they're afraid of you. They never had a chance before, but once I gave them hope, they all fought with their lives
on the line." And I have to thank those leaders, Bai Baodia and his ilk, for the weapons they provided.
"Let me get straight to the point: you let Xiao Zhen and the others board the ship, and I'll give you a small boat to return to the capital." "
Do you even have any sincerity?!" I slammed my fist on the table and roared. "Don't I have a small boat? I
want
a large ship that can carry all my supporters." "Don't be so smug! This riot on No Return Island has certainly caused me to lose face in front of my father. But
he'll immediately mobilize troops to quell the rebellion, and then you'll all die." Sheila glared back angrily.
"Do you think I'll let you sail away? If we're going to die, we'll all die together."
Suppressing my anger, I changed the subject: "Let's talk about interests; that's more practical."
"What interests are there to discuss now?" Having suffered setbacks all day, Sheila took out...
She drank from the bottle, not even using a glass, raising the whole bottle to drink. Gone was the aristocratic air; instead, there was a heroic, warrior
-like spirit.
After she finished, I took hers. Then I asked, "Was it true that you and your father would help me if I passed the test?"
"My father really did intend to! Thanks to you, you cunning fellow, using my clothes to spread rumors and get the news to his ears. But I didn't expect you to be so capable. All I wanted to do was torture you enough before putting you in the iron coffin and draining your blood. Heh!"
Whether from shyness, drunkenness, or anger, Sheila's face was flushed, and she stared at me blankly.
"No matter how things turn out, we will not lay down our arms and surrender. The prison riot is bound to escalate. You can no longer take pleasure in bullying prisoners and use us to make money for you."
"So what?"
Sheila took back the bottle and took another big gulp.
"Let's cooperate! You give us the ship, let us return to the capital, and let's stop fighting. The Kaguru family will provide me with government and financial support. Once my power grows, besides financial rewards, you know how important connections are in the underworld."
I, slightly intoxicated, walked to Sheila's side and scooped her up, placing her on my lap. Her soft, warm body, even through her armor, was incredibly alluring.
Surprisingly, Sheila didn't struggle violently.
The black fairy, her eyes gleaming, said, "I hate you stinky men the most. Especially you, so strong and cunning, not only rude to me but also daring to try and steal my little Zhen! You filthy bastard."
"Men aren't bad either! The pleasure we had last time was definitely better than your fake homosexual relationship with that heifer."
"Don't be so self-righteous!"
Sheila broke free from my embrace and poured the remaining wine from the bottle over my head.
I didn't fly into a rage, but rather endured it with unpleasant resentment.
"I'll grant your request for now, but what my daughter and I need is a loyal dog. If you dare to turn on us, or if you fail to perform your duties, you'll be turned into dog meat stew!"
I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't really need their help that much, but they hadn't held back, so it would still be difficult for me to break out of the prison. Most importantly, time was of the essence, and I couldn't delay any longer.
I grabbed the most expensive bottle of wine from the cabinet, opened it, and said, "You'd better understand something. I'm not some loyal dog, but a fierce and ruthless wolf. I have no master, only companions with whom I can respect and cooperate."
Then, I snapped the bottle neck in half with my bare hands and poured the wine mercilessly onto Sheila.
"You...you're so bold...what are you doing?"
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."
Only when she was soaked to the bone, her clothes clinging to her skin, her face filled with resentment and defiance, did I stop and say frankly, "You just hate men, you're not exactly a virtuous woman. I'm quite interested in you too. Besides, neither of us are good people. Shouldn't evil people use each other? A little excitement now and then isn't bad!"
I cupped Sheila's luscious red lips and kissed her soft, fragrant mouth.
Sheila let me invade her mouth, teasing and sucking her tongue. She let me indulge myself until I finally withdrew, at which point she retaliated by biting my lip until it bled.
What a thorny rose! I licked the blood from my lips and exclaimed.
"If we continue fighting, we'll only both suffer. This time, I'll reluctantly accept your suggestion, hoping we can establish a mutually beneficial relationship. But if you have no use to me!"
Sheila stepped forward, offering her warm, soft lips, licking and sucking the wounds she had inflicted. Though she didn't explicitly state the outcome, I knew perfectly well what was going on.
After we reached a devilish deal, I stepped in to quell the riot.
The prison was riddled with factions; planning a riot was easy, but quelling a disturbance was difficult. But with Sheila's help, all the prisoners who resolutely refused my command were killed, and the riot came to an end.
During the entire riot, two thousand prisoners died, and an equal number were injured. The prison guards also suffered over a thousand casualties.
While preparing to depart, I didn't forget to find Elia's adoptive father among the prisoners. When I asked Sheila, she revealed that even she herself didn't know such a prisoner existed. Among the piles of prison documents, I found a cell number for a man named Nadam, who shared the same name as Elia's adoptive father. However, his reason for imprisonment, age, and physical characteristics were all missing, only the word "confidential" was displayed.
Following the cell number, in the chaotic prison, I found a man over fifty years old, with gray hair and a emaciated body. He was dazed and confused, unresponsive even when called by name. I couldn't be sure if he was Elia's adoptive father, so I took him aboard the ship.

Chapter Three: The Second Battle Against the God of War .
For this man, Elia risked everything to help me. But given his mysterious identity, I believe Elia's desire to save him wasn't solely based on familial affection.
Sheila provided two ships, each capable of carrying two thousand people, for my use. Regardless of the prisoners' intentions, they had no choice but to accept my control for the time being. With each ship doubled in capacity, all prisoners set off back to the capital.
After a short voyage, the capital was in sight, and the prisoners were overjoyed. After countless hardships, we finally regained our freedom.
Only I remained, anxiously pacing on the crowded deck, cursing the relentless passage of time.
"Is there no time left?"
Rebiru asked with concern.
"It's too late! Even if I went straight to Father's White House, I wouldn't make it."
If Emma really did take poison and commit suicide, I would never forgive myself. I hadn't expected a group of novices to be so slow; I had wasted far too much time.
"Life is unpredictable; things don't always go as planned. You've done your best, so don't worry so much. Let fate decide what to do next."
"How could you understand how I feel right now!"
I yelled at Rebiru, while Moshiai and Maggie avoided the limelight, remaining silent to avoid provoking my anger.
Rebiru, a man of many hardships, gave me a knowing, bitter smile and didn't hold it against me.
I, however, felt ashamed, looking at the ever-growing dock, praying to arrive as soon as possible.
To my surprise, a large group of people had gathered at the dock, waiting for us. They were clearly marked, arrayed in formation, and clad in armor.
"What's going on!" I exclaimed, momentarily stunned.
Waiting for us were thousands of soldiers, including Marina, the beautiful dragon-woman sheriff who had personally arrested me. Marina was directing the deployment of troops, and reinforcements were continuously arriving.
Marina, riding a pure white steed and clad in armor, exuded a formidable and imposing presence. Her form-fitting metal armor accentuated the alluring curves of her hips and breasts, and her beautiful face displayed an intelligent, cold, and righteously vengeful expression.
Enemies meeting are always hostile, and facing such a powerful foe, I showed no fear, but rather, my anger made me somewhat impulsive.
"Rebiru, what's your opinion? Did Sheila betray us, tipping us off and ordering our annihilation?"
"Prince Kaguru's army is mainly naval; sending warships at sea would suffice if they wanted to take action. We're not good at naval warfare. There are many prisoners and jailers on No Return Island; it wouldn't be surprising if someone were secretly communicating with us. However, our 8,000-strong force returning to the capital is too much of a threat. Perhaps Sheila really is deliberately weakening us." "
Regardless of how the information was leaked, there's no time! We'll dock directly and storm the shore."
I ordered the ship full of prisoners. The wedding was still an hour away, and I definitely wouldn't make it to the church in time.
I took the lead, wielding my spiked club as a weapon, and stood at the bow. As the ship slowed down and approached the dock, both sides unleashed a rain of arrows like silver threads. I spun my club like a windmill, deflecting the relentless barrage of arrows.
Mo Shiai roared like a tiger, using his iron arm guards to deflect the incoming arrows, and followed closely beside me, saying, "Boss!
Once we're ashore, don't worry about us; break through the encirclement and head straight to the church."
I was speechless for a moment. How could I abandon my brothers in this life-or-death situation? But what if I had arrived a moment later, Emma…
“Don’t look so worried! Being brothers is about having someone willing to risk their life to help you in times like these.”
Behind him were Rebiru, Maggie, and a group of other leaders.
“I won’t forget your kindness. When I dominate the region in the future, you won’t be shortchanged.”
“Don’t mention benefits yet, I’m already an old man. If I don’t survive this time, I’ll leave my children and grandchildren to you.” Rebiru said calmly, ignoring the possibility of death.
At that moment, I was truly moved.
As the large ship crashed into the dock, I took the lead and jumped off the ship. My spiked club flashed with countless shadows as I charged into the elite soldiers before me, carving a path through the crowd with the enemy’s blood. Mo Shi’ai and the others followed closely behind.
The shouts of battle were like thunder. I struggled forward through the crowd, each strike of my club sending blood flying.
Behind me, countless comrades fell, struck by arrows or cut down by the soldiers’ swords. Swords clashed all around, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.
Marina, with practiced ease, directed her troops, who formed a semi-circular formation around us in perfect order. Soldiers took turns moving forward and resting, while archers rained down arrows from the rear.
My men were nothing more than a ragtag mob of armed prisoners, untrained and unable to form any real battle formation. They could only rely on sheer courage to charge forward fearlessly.
In such a critical moment, it was easy to distinguish who were true brothers and who were cowardly cowards. Maggie, that scoundrel, led his followers and escaped by swimming into the sea. I couldn't see Rebiru in the chaos; I didn't know if he was alive or dead. Maggie's escape saved me the trouble of eliminating him, but Rebiru's safety worried me.
Another ship, carrying another four thousand prisoners and Little Yi, arrived later and changed course, heading towards a more distant beach. I guessed that Little Yi deliberately attacked from a distance because the dock was too narrow for our large numbers to deploy fully.
If I were on the battlefield, with my men fleeing or acting on their own, I would surely be wiped out and picked off one by one.
However, Marina's duty was to protect the capital, not to be a general who only sought victory. Faced with this situation, she had no choice but to divide her forces to stop Xiao Yi's ship and prevent us from entering the capital. The
mountain of spears and swords blocking my way suddenly opened up.
"Boss, now's the time!"
Mo Shi'ai used all his strength to throw a corpse at the enemy in front of me, taking advantage of the soldiers' further confusion to break through and carve a bloody path for me.
"Get out of my way! I'll kill gods and demons alike, those who stand in my way will die."
I swung my spiked club into a blur of light, killing or wounding the soldiers, and broke through the enemy lines.
Leaving behind my loyal brothers, I broke through alone.
Marina, directing her men to seal the gap in the defenses, personally rode after me, her cunning sword—the very sword that had slain countless criminals—approaching like a whirlwind.
"You wretched woman, you've repeatedly hindered my grand plan! If you dare block my way again, I won't let you get away with it!"
The sheriff on her steed, a thousand-mile horse, didn't say a word to me; she was utterly arrogant. Her horse moved with the speed of a whirlwind, her sword capable of cleaving even stone with a single strike.
I cursed fiercely, but could only time my roll to dodge her gleaming blade.
Emma's life hung by a thread; she had likely taken poison because I hadn't arrived in time. At this critical juncture, I was trapped here, helpless.
In my utter confusion and despair, a chilling, terrifying neigh echoed from afar.
My beloved horse, whom I hadn't seen for days, braved the scorching sun to come and save me.
"Good brother, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!" I was so grateful for this unexpected reinforcement that I felt like I could prostrate myself in gratitude.
I quickly put on my Soul-Binding Gloves and leaped onto my horse.
"Die! A good dog doesn't block the road!"
I raised my spiked club and charged at Marina.
The Dragon Maiden, renowned throughout the capital, her phoenix eyes flashing with murderous intent because of my harsh words, charged straight at me.
The Dragon Sword and the spiked club clashed head-on, the sound of metal striking metal like thunder. The powerful impact was like a rushing torrent, almost throwing me off my horse.
Her reputation was well-deserved; despite several clashes and sword-and-club exchanges, I couldn't defeat this astonishingly skilled Dragon Maiden.
At the same time, time flew by, and more and more of the disadvantaged prisoners began to flee for their lives.
My anxiety grew, and my fighting became increasingly erratic, putting me at a disadvantage. Marina seized the opportunity, her sword flashing like lightning as it came down on my head.
In my moment of crisis, amidst the chaotic battle between prisoners and soldiers, Mo Shi'ai, covered in blood and fighting fiercely, stepped forward and rushed towards the beautiful sheriff, pulling her off her horse.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!" I gasped for breath, drenched in cold sweat.
"Boss, hurry up and go!" Mo Shi'ai shouted anxiously, urging me on.
Although the two were locked in close combat, Marina's sword strikes showed no signs of weakening.
A crisp flash of silver light, and Mo Shi'ai's arm was severed and sent flying into the air. My good brother knelt on the ground in agony, blood spurting three feet away.
"Hard Bones, let's go! You bitch, listen to me, if you dare to harm my brother, I'll hunt you down to hell one day!"
I tugged at the reins, making Hard Bones stand upright, and turned towards the main road, galloping forward.
Looking back at my army of prisoners, after my escape, they scattered like birds and beasts, each searching for their own way out.
Pursuing them were the ferocious, wolf-like soldiers.
Will Moshiai and Rebiru escape this ordeal? Will Xiao Yi be able to get Nadam away in time?
Before worrying about others, I can barely protect myself. After shaking off Moshiai, Marina quickly mounted her horse and chased after me, shouting at her sturdy steed as she charged forward like a hawk, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Damn it! Still chasing me relentlessly."
"Surrender and I might spare your life. Disarm and surrender!" Ignoring Marina's pleas, I patted my beloved horse, which had fought alongside me through thick and thin, and said, "Good brother! It's been a long time. I know you're suffering under the sun, but now you're all I can rely on. Let's work together and leave the enemy in the dust."
Marina, who was now only a dozen feet behind, raised her retractable dragon sword and struck straight at my back.
I raised my spiked club to deflect the lightning-fast sword strike.
Missing its mark, the Flood Dragon Sword, like a flying serpent, pursued again. Hard Bone, sharing my will, suddenly accelerated, its speed doubling instantly, as if soaring above the earth. The dust and sand it kicked up buryed Marina and her steed behind.
Finally, I could only hear her coughs fading into the distance; she must have swallowed a lot of dust.
Under the blazing sun, Hard Bone galloped at breakneck speed, its pace like a fleeting shadow. Along the way, it kicked over countless things and accidentally trampled countless lives. Hard
Bone's speed was unprecedented. The steed, possessing a spiritual nature and the accumulated yin energy after its death, though unable to speak, deeply understood human nature.
As I sensed something was wrong, my beloved horse's voice echoed in my mind: "Master! This is our last ride together. My body won't last much longer under the sun. Since I'll be gone sooner or later anyway, let's create a new legend of speed in the capital before then. I'll get you to your destination no matter what." "
Thank you for your hard work!"
A man doesn't easily shed tears, but they flowed silently in my heart. Man and horse glided through the streets and alleys of the capital like flowing water.
At the last moment, we arrived at the magnificent, pure white cathedral in the suburbs, surrounded by numerous members and guests of the Lavron Gang.
Hard Bone stood upright for the last time, letting out a satisfied neigh that resounded through the sky. Then its body withered and decomposed, turning into a wisp of smoke in the strong wind and disappearing with it.
Thanks to the sacrifice of Hard Bone, Mo Shi'ai, and many of my companions, I miraculously made it in time, to the sound of the church bells ringing.
"Young Master!"
"Gang Leader!"
The gang members on guard looked at me with disbelief, simply unable to believe it.
Escaping from No Return Island was indeed incredibly difficult, harder than climbing to heaven. I paid a heavy price to succeed, and the moment to reclaim my most important sister had arrived.
I strode confidently up the steps, my spiked club shattering the church doors. Under the watchful eyes of my thousands of followers and guests, I stepped onto the red carpet.
That filthy Nora—I heard in prison that she and Pablo Diaz had gotten together after my father's death. Now, at her daughter's wedding, she's dressed in a glittering red gown, her breasts barely concealed, adorned with a tacky pearl necklace, her face flushed with wanton lust. She's probably enjoying herself to the fullest every night since she framed me and got me imprisoned.

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