Legend of the Yakuza - Part 1

"The Legend of the Extreme Playboy" tells the story of
a spoiled rich kid who experiences his father's death (the first turning point in his life), followed by his imprisonment by someone plotting to seize his wealth and status (the biggest turning point). This sets him on a path of power struggles and womanizing. Though the road is fraught with hardship, the ending is surprisingly comedic. The first

chapter of the first episode

, "The Queen of the Gale,"
begins as dusk falls and night descends. The most vibrant place in the capital
is not the bed where poor couples desperately try to conceive, but rather the night market, a gathering place for all sorts of people.
Naturally, a young man like myself wouldn't be left behind.
Within this night market, you can find everything from virginity and naked female slaves to homemade weapons and alchemists' elixirs—
and of course, gambling is a common business. This bustling, dark night market becomes
a symbol of the capital's immorality and rampant desires.
And I, Elios-Lafran, am the leader of a tiny, insignificant gang. There are only five members in my group
, and I come here almost every night to make my fortune, fleecing those rich, privileged young nobles who, besides knowing how to be born into wealth, are all bloated
with fat and have nothing but grass in their heads.
We rely on the currently popular midnight horse races,
held every night in the desolate mountains and forests next to the night market. It's a race that doesn't discriminate based on background; anyone with a horse can participate.
Often, I'm penniless, let alone able to afford a magnificent steed, let alone a seven- or
eight-year-old horse. But everyone has their lucky breaks. I recently
bought a pair of superior soul-catching gloves at a bargain auction. Using these gloves, I painstakingly captured a
haunting ghost horse that was causing a ruckus in the neighborhood.
With this undead horse, though reduced to rotting flesh and bones, still yearning to gallop across the land again,
I've been invincible so far, except for the emperor's horse.
I call this horse "Hard Bones." It has not only won me a lot of money, but also attracted
many .
Tonight, I'm racing again, intending to break my winning streak.
Mo Shi'ai said, "Boss! This time it looks bad. Our opponent has somehow found a
unicorn . I think we'll lose every last copper coin we bet." Mo Shi'ai is my
most outstanding and capable fighter, a noteworthy figure. He's a half-orc, actually the only non-
pure human under my command—we're just too few in the gang. His head is basically a tiger's head, and his body is covered in long hair; it's
impossible to see any human blood in him. He's impulsive, warlike, and only knows how to act recklessly.
As I was wiping the back of the ghost horse, I said, "What's there to be afraid of! The rules don't allow flying,
so ? Besides, do you think those spendthrifts' mediocre riding skills can beat me? Watch me!"
"They probably think the same way. That's why they brought in Elia, the Queen of Gale, who has won thirty-eight consecutive races
."
"Ha! She really can't be underestimated."
I've heard a lot about this Queen of Gale. Rumor has it that she's an ethereal,
gentle, and beautiful older sister. But not only is her riding skill superb, her courage and spirit are also unmatched by ordinary men
. I've long wanted to meet this opponent, and today is the perfect opportunity.
"Mount up! Before the race, let's go and pay our respects to this mysterious female rider."
Just as I was about to mount my horse, a carriage pushed through the noisy crowd and came to my side.
A handsome, mature man with green hair gracefully stepped down from the driver's seat. He wore
a silk shirt and a deerskin coat, not only made of precious materials but also tailored by a renowned tailor from the capital. The impeccable tailoring
accentuated his tall and imposing figure.
He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Young Master! The Master is critically ill. You must come back with me immediately to see him
one ."
"You're bringing this up again, Pablo Diaz. This persistent pestering is typical of you. I have nothing
to say to him. We'll talk after my race." After mounting my horse, I flicked my whip, signaling him not to
block my way.
This man was my father's most capable deputy, capable of managing any extraordinary individual under his command with
impunity.
With my father critically ill, by conventional moral standards, someone busy indulging in pleasure is certainly not a
good person. But the complexities of my family's situation cannot be explained in a few words. However, everyone here is an escape from
worldly constraints, pursuing fleeting pleasures. They only grumbled at Pablo Di, who was blocking my way.
"The situation is worse than before. The master's health is failing, and the young lady has been
crying ."
I can ignore my father's life or death, but my sister is my precious darling. I can't be indifferent to such things.
"We'll talk about it when I get back. I'll go see Emma in a few days."
My gang may be small, but anyone in the underworld knows that reputation is a form of strength, sometimes even more
important than actual strength. Now that I've registered for the competition and the bet has been placed, I can't give up without
a fight.
"Since Elios, your father has died, why don't you just admit defeat and go back for the funeral? There's no point in wasting
time here. You'll lose whether you compete or not anyway." The group of noble scions who were my opponents took the opportunity to
mock and ridicule me.
"Who did I think it was! Turns out it's just a bunch of defeated dogs. I should thank you for giving
me so much money to enjoy."
"Don't be so smug. We won't lose again today. You can be arrogant after you've beaten her."
Next, a stunningly beautiful woman rode out from the crowd on a rare and precious unicorn.
Compared to my simple clothes, she was dressed in traditional rider's attire. Pure white, form-fitting trousers encased her
slender, shapely legs, while her bright red coat, besides being alluring and sexy, accentuated her curvaceous
figure, especially her naturally full breasts and slender, elegant waist.
Beneath her dashing black riding hat was a long, brown head of hair, simply tied up at shoulder
height beautiful, surpassing all others; her demeanor was calm and
elegant, her smile kind and gentle. She didn't have that aloof, unapproachable coldness; instead, she possessed a familiar, warm quality,
like a beautiful older sister you'd met before.
"Young man, if you have urgent business at home, I can plead for you and get your bet back. Otherwise..."
"Even if I forced myself to compete, I, as the eldest sister, felt it wouldn't be a fair victory." I never imagined that the legendary Gale Queen
would be such a kind and polite older sister.
Although her tone was sincere and gentle, and she was a few years older than me, her
attitude only fueled my pride and unwillingness to be inferior. I'm not a child who begs for candy; though young, I
'm still the leader of my own group.
On my beloved horse, Hardbone, I gently stroked the rotting flesh on its neck and said, "Good brother! This time, as the eldest brother
, I've been underestimated. You have to avenge me. In this capital, we're the fastest team, always
cooperating and helping each other. Even if our opponent is the Gale Queen with a 38-game winning streak? We've already won 37 games in a row,
and today is our 38th."
I confidently and proudly stared at Elia, refusing to be looked down upon. Hardbone reared up and responded with
a deafening neigh.
Truly my good partner.
"Alright! I bet a thousand gold coins we'll win."
A commotion erupted. In truth, this was a fortune I couldn't earn even in a year. The onlookers
and numerous gamblers discussed it animatedly.
"Young man, don't act rashly and do something you'll regret," Elia said regretfully, shaking her head.
The nobles were even more furious, saying, "Who do you think you are! Do you think you're guaranteed to win? Even if you cut
off it wouldn't be worth a thousand gold coins."
The bookmaker in charge of the race coldly said, "Although Elios and I are old acquaintances,
here apart from nobles, everyone bets real money. You can't bet if you don't have the money."
"I'll bet the five of us, plus this tough horse. Is that enough?"
"Don't talk big. If you really lose, I'll sell you all into slavery, and I'll take
the horse . Don't blame me for not making this clear beforehand."
What a stingy fellow!
"Get your money ready, because you're definitely going to lose."
I wasn't betting recklessly; I had already calculated how to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. Although the odds were only 50%,
it was enough. If I lost, even selling my pants wouldn't be enough to cover the losses. However, I'm not the kind of person
who dwells on failure all the time. If I really fail,
I'll get back up from where I started. Worrying about failure all the time will make you unable to even walk. What kind of gangster are you if you don't have guts!
"Ailia, let's begin," I said challengingly.
"Consider this a concede. You're disoriented because of the trouble at home, and now you're
betting recklessly out of anger. I don't want you to live the rest of your life as a slave." What angered me even more was that this
older woman spoke with a tone of pity.
"I think you're just afraid of losing!"
"I've never lost a match since I started out."
"Then let's raise the stakes a bit higher, the loser has to spend the night with the other. How about it? You dare or not!"
Elia couldn't help but laugh, "You little rascal, does that mean I have to spend
the night with you no matter who wins or loses? A kid like you can't satisfy me. If I win, you can go home
and see your father!"
After raising the stakes, both sides prepared to compete. Bai Baodia thanked Elia with concern and
promised her a reward equivalent to the prize money if she won. Before setting off, Mo Shiai and his men gave
me a victory sign, and I proudly raised my thumb in praise.
The sides of the track were packed with spectators, constantly cheering for their chosen ones.
The glamorous woman who was in charge of announcing the start of the match walked to the middle of the track and reached into her skirt.
Facing the strongest opponent I'd faced so far, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but even stronger was the excitement.
And I temporarily set aside my sister Emma, who was constantly troubling me, and the matter of "father." As for
what would happen if I lost? I didn't think I would lose at all.
Amidst the chorus of whistles, the beautiful woman held her fragrant, freshly removed panties in her hand. And when she threw the panties
at the audience, that was the start of the competition.
"I hate this kind of ritual that treats women like playthings. And
the best lesson is to defeat them in the competition." Elia said to me with a blush on her jade-like face.
"Is that so? I love this kind of play, though. If you want to teach me a lesson, show me your true skills."
The panties were no longer in her hand.
We each spurred our mounts forward with all our might, and in an instant, the four pairs of hooves kicked up a cloud of dust.
The moment someone in the crowd successfully snatched the panties, Elia had already broken free from me and
charged ahead.
So fast! As expected of a unicorn, her explosive power was even stronger than I had estimated. She really was like a gust of wind,
worthy of the title of Queen of Gale.
Among equines, when it comes to speed, the first is the common horse, then the thoroughbred, followed by the Pegasus, and
the undisputed champion
is the unicorn. My mount, Hardbone, was a thoroughbred in life. After death, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, it became an undead
spirit horse, its speed approaching that of the Pegasus, but still a level below the unicorn.
No matter how fast I spurred my horse, Hardbone simply couldn't catch up with its rival, the unicorn. However, this wasn't entirely without
its advantages; staying close behind Elia allowed me to admire the beautiful sway
of .
Although I was at a disadvantage, it was still too early to say who would prevail.
Soon, we left the flatlands and entered a winding mountain path. Dense forests stretched to both sides,
the path was extremely narrow, and the surface was covered with mud and gravel. Neither Elia's unicorn nor my beloved Hardbone
could reach their maximum speed. At this crucial moment, the most decisive factor was how the two of us riders could
achieve perfect coordination, using our highest skill to navigate the turns.
I considered myself one of the best riders out there. But Elijah was no less formidable; she
skillfully preventing me from overtaking.
The mountains and vegetation on either side seemed to rush past us. I tried again and again to overtake,
but Elijah always blocked my way.
"What? Do you want to admit defeat? It seems pathetic to be a slave for life.
It's good for young people to be impulsive and passionate, but being too impulsive will only bring disaster. A man's knees are worth gold. If you kneel down and admit your mistake
, I can feign defeat and let you win. Of course, all the prize money will be mine, and you'll have to honor our previous agreement to see
your father ."
"Miss Elia, don't you think your maternal instincts are a bit too much? Did you just give birth?"
I not only didn't appreciate her kindness, but also mocked her good intentions.
The Gale Queen's face darkened, and instead of trying to persuade me, she charged forward with all her might, trying to leave me far behind.
"In terms of horse speed, my horse is not as good as yours. In terms of riding skills, I really underestimated you, but I
can still win."
"Go! You stubborn mule."
I no longer backed down, and quickly advanced, ignoring Elia's unicorn blocking my way, and charged straight at her.
At such a high speed, if the two horses collided, it would inevitably result in the rider falling to the ground, broken bones,
and death.
Elia showed no intention of backing down, but at the last moment before mutual destruction, she still fearfully made her unicorn
fly, and the two of them almost passed each other.
"Flying into the air like that is a foul. If you do it again, you will be disqualified." I said smugly from behind
.
"You lazy bum, is this the only way you know how to use brute force?" Elia shouted angrily from behind me.
"You only have yourself to blame for not having the courage to charge. Besides, you know yourself and your enemy, and you will win every battle. You know yourself
but your enemy, so you can only rely on luck to win."
I had already figured out the way to win. On the plains, I couldn't possibly defeat Elia's unicorn.
But on the mountain road, I could use a charging tactic. My Ghost Horse was practically dead, so I didn't need to
fear death or injury. Once we charged, only the unicorn would be injured. And I was confident that
I could land safely during the charge.
Furthermore, Hardbones isn't a living being and doesn't feel fatigue, and as a man, I had a physical
advantage , with more stamina than Elia, which I could use during the race. So although we weren't as fast as their
combination, and Elia, as the jockey, had the advantage of being lighter, my combination with Hardbones was definitely a match for them.
"Faster! Faster! Faster! We need to leave her out of sight!"
I spurred Hardbone to gallop, speeding along the dark mountain path.
As the distance between us widened, a heavenly melody rose from behind me. The lyrics
were simple and relatable, merely guiding people towards goodness and praising the beauty of the world—common themes—yet their effect was
anything but ordinary.
Elijah's song possessed a magical quality, akin to
a spell used by church priests to deliver the souls of the dead and undead. This not only greatly slowed Hardbone's speed but also dampened my fighting spirit.
Soon, Elijah caught up from behind again.
The tense atmosphere suddenly eased; we no longer felt like we were gambling our chastity and lives
in a midnight horse race, but rather like a couple riding through the mountains. Although a voice inside me urged me not to give up,
influenced by the song, I felt that being together was no longer important. More important than winning or losing was the joy of riding along the mountain path with a beautiful companion
.
And so I watched as Elia gave me a knowing smile before galloping down
the mountain .
As we approached the mountain's edge, in my dazed state, Mo Shi'ai and
the woman who had just pulled down her underwear suddenly burst onto the road, blocking Elia's path.
"Danger!"
To avoid trampling Mo Shi'ai and the other woman under her hooves, Elia was forced to stop singing and
swerve her unicorn sharply, charging into the jungle at the mountainside.
"Phew! That was close."
Luckily, I had instructed Mo Shi'ai to use this tactic against Elia.
Now, taking advantage of my regained clarity, I spurred my horse on, pushing Hardbone back into the lead.
Thankfully, I had the skilled orc Mo Shi'ai by my side; otherwise, this plan, which could easily have resulted in me being trampled
underfoot would have been impossible.
I didn't even have time to greet Mo Shi'ai, galloping wildly until we reached flat ground.
Elia's unicorn caught up again, about ten horse lengths behind.
"Brother! Run with all your might, or I'll never be worthy of being a human being again, destined
to be a slave."
The finish line was just over three thousand feet away.
Elia closed the gap to within five horse lengths, urging her mount to accelerate.
"Go! Go!"
In the final, split-second decision, I crossed the finish line. Looking back, Elia had already overtaken
me.
Had I lost, won, or tied? For a moment, even I didn't know.
I nervously glanced at the spectators waiting at the finish line, a moment of silence followed.
Then, the spectators erupted in cheers, rushing towards me, while the opposing nobles cursed the heavens for letting me win again.
Later, I asked my subordinates and learned that I had narrowly defeated the seemingly invincible
Gale .
I was genuinely terrified, but I quickly joined the crowd in their celebration. This time,
I not only won a thousand gold coins, but also the Wind Queen Elia spent the night with me.
With this money, I wouldn't have to worry for a year; I couldn't help but be happy.
To celebrate, I opened a bottle of champagne, spraying it at the cheering crowd, and then
drank with my companions. After thoroughly mocking the nobles who were my opponents, I entrusted the collection of prize money and bets to
Mo Shi'ai and went to find Elia alone.
The beautiful Elia, having tasted defeat for the first time, was sitting alone on the grass, tidying herself up.
The intense match had not only left her black hair disheveled but also covered her in a
fragrant sweat .
She was wiping the golden beads of sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief and using a paper fan to cool herself.
Seeing me approaching, she stopped gracefully, straightened her clothes, and stood up. Her pretty face was flushed with
shyness .
"Now it's time for you to fulfill your promise, Queen Elijah."
"Do I look like someone who doesn't keep promises? But you must keep yours!" Elijah's face flushed even more.
Gazing at the beautiful curves of her chest beneath her bright red coat, I felt a surge of excitement.
"Let's go somewhere else!" I said, looking at the noisy crowd around us. As for Persephone, he didn't
give up as usual, but waited silently. It seemed the old man's illness was indeed quite serious.
"Then come with me." Elijah naturally took my hand and led me forward. Feeling my hand...
I admired Elijah's soft, boneless fingers; I admired her big sister-like style.
I hadn't expected her to be so bold. Maybe she'd be in charge tonight!
After walking for about ten minutes, we left the crowds behind and arrived at a deserted grassland where we could still
see the beautiful night view of the capital city's myriad lights.
"Here, we can escape the struggles of the mundane world and enjoy the tranquility of nature,"
Elijah said, taking off her bright red coat and laying it on the grass as a mat.
"It's so hot after the match! Do you mind if I unbutton a few buttons?" Elijah
asked me gently, like she would a younger brother.
"Don't even mention buttons! I wouldn't mind if you took everything off, or I could take them off for you . A little
outdoor fun now and then is a good option."
"Could you please be a little more refined? I agreed to spend the night with you, but I'm neither a prostitute nor some
promiscuous woman who readily offers herself," Elijah said sharply.
"Are you trying to back out now?" I said, slightly annoyed.
The Gale Queen's tone softened. "Our agreement was for me to spend one night with you, and I'm
right here beside you now, aren't I? Any other actions weren't included. Please
don't wander to the wrong places, especially your lustful desires."
This…this woman, playing word games like this! And indeed, I didn't directly use terms like "sleep together" or
"have sex ," but any mature woman would clearly understand the meaning of "spend one night with me."

In Chapter Two, a glint of shrewdness shone in
Elia's eyes as she said, "A real man means what he says
. What you said, I did. Any objections?"
"Besides, I do have strong feelings for you! A mature man naturally knows how to seize opportunities, because humans
aren't just animals driven by lust. A relationship between a man and a woman doesn't necessarily have to involve sex. I can also be your
confidante."
Mature beauties are indeed not easy to deal with; Elia sometimes harshly rejected me, sometimes softly pleaded. I had no choice but
to give in , but my male instincts still clamored for this alluring beauty
, and I didn't want to give up.
As if reading my mind, Elijah continued, "Sigh! You're really persistent. Well then, I
promise you, let's go on a date next time. And what happens after that depends on whether we're mutually attracted."
Under her sweet, soft-spoken advances and suggestive invitation, I finally broke down completely.
"Don't portray me as a pervert. My intention was just to shake your hand and kiss you. As for
taking off your clothes, I just wanted to see your embarrassed and shy expression," I retorted defiantly. "
I understand! I understand! It was my wicked intentions that led me to misunderstand you, a gentleman like me." She
chuckled, clearly seeing through me.
"Come! Come to my side, let's have a private chat. But don't get any ulterior motives." Removing
her hat and letting her flowing hair fall loose, Elijah patted the grass beside her with captivating charm.
Since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony anymore. I casually lay down next to her and directly took her warm, slender,
jade-like fingers in my hand.
"Aren't you being a bit too eager!" Elia glared at me and complained.
"It's human nature for a gentleman to love a lady. Although I'm not a gentleman, I'm more compassionate than any gentleman."
Bathed in the gentle night breeze, with a beautiful woman beside me, even my mood became peaceful and joyful.
"Ellios. Lafran. The leader of one of the two largest gangs in the capital, the only son of the Lafran gang leader,
why are you so obsessed with midnight horse racing? Are you also a rich kid who abandons social norms and indulges in the pursuit of speed and adventure
?"
"Rich kid? You've investigated my background?" I said with a displeased expression. "Of course! My ability to win every battle is due to both skill and wisdom. Otherwise, I wouldn't have specifically learned songs for the deceased from a priest in response to
your ghostly horse." "Then it can only be said that your investigation was very incomplete." I wonder why? Sitting beside Elia, gazing into her beautiful eyes that twinkled , I felt an urge to let go of all restraints and pour out my pent-up frustrations, as if we were old friends who had known each other for a long time. "Since your father is critically ill, why don't you go see him? You know, if he dies, you'll never have the chance to see him again in your life ," Elia earnestly advised, but this only fueled my anger. "I'm not your child! You love caring for others so much, why don't you have a child for me? Then you can fully express your maternal instincts." "You're quite good at hurting people with your words!" Elia, deeply hurt, shut her mouth and ignored me, trying to pull her hand away, but I wouldn't let go. "Let's not talk about me anymore. I'm more curious about the true identity of the Gale Queen, and what her reasons for participating in the competition." "Then first, guess how old I am this year?" Elia leaned down and asked me. "Twenty-five or twenty-six, I guess." She smelled of roses, a scent so delicate it was intoxicating. "You little rascal, you're so good at sweet-talking." Elijah flicked my forehead with her finger, a light tap. "Ouch! How old are you, really?" "It's a secret!" "So you were just teasing me." "Age is a woman's secret, and naturally, I can't just say it casually. In short, I'm no longer young." "Who says that? I think you're more charming than many fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls." This time, Elijah didn't laugh. Instead, she said quite seriously, "No matter how capable a woman is, she needs a man. I'm a woman with no real ability, so I've always relied on being someone's mistress a living." "What? Are you looking down on me?" Elijah asked with a self-deprecating expression. "No! Whether it's wife, concubine, pet, or slave, it's just a relationship between a man and a woman." I said this, but I wasn't happy inside. Although I knew that at Elijah's age, it was impossible for her not to have a man and certainly not still a virgin. But the thought that Minghua was already taken still left me with a strange sense of loss. Then, my mind naturally drifted into fantasies about what it would be like . "So I advise you not to have any improper thoughts. Why don't we just be friends? I don't want you to get hurt because of me."

I pondered Elijah's words repeatedly; it seemed she also had some feelings for me.
"To die under a peony is to die a romantic death, and seducing someone else's mistress is also a pleasure."
I raised my upper body to forcefully kiss Elijah, but she skillfully dodged it.
"Don't think too much. Back to what we were talking about, aren't you really going to see your father? He's your
family ."
"If he really is my father, I will go no matter what." A storm of emotions surged within me
—anger, unease, fear, and longing.
"When I was five, my mother was kicked out of our home, and she took me with her. Rumor has it that it was because of
her affair that my father, Norman Lafranc, always suspected I wasn't his biological child.
After being kicked out, my mother died soon after, and I lived almost like a street child, wandering the streets. Occasionally, my father would let me
stay in his white house for a day or two. Unable to earn a living, I relied on his charity like a beggar for over
ten years . I wasn't even sure who my father was. I didn't want to believe my mother would cheat on me, yet I
couldn't prove her innocence. If Norman Lafranc really was my father, I should hate him
for the years mistreated my mother and me. But what if he wasn't? The thought of being the bastard child of some unknown man, and
surviving only because of the pity of a man whose wife was cheated on... such complicated feelings, can you understand?"
Once she uttered the first sentence, it flowed like a mighty river. I also wondered why I would
pour out my long-held resentment to a stranger like this. In the end, I even clenched my fists in excitement.
"You must have suffered a lot,"
Elia said, kissing my cheek affectionately.
"I think a real man shouldn't run away. Perhaps you could go and find out the truth of what happened back then."
"I don't want to go. We're just strangers who met by chance, so please don't try to persuade me anymore."
At this point, I felt a bit disillusioned, even my lust had vanished, and I thought of getting up to leave.
Just as I stood up to leave, Elia said urgently, "I know you have a younger sister, and I also have two
older sisters. They both married the same man, but the second sister was jealous of the eldest and murdered her, ultimately
tearing our family apart. The children are the ones who suffer the most. Can you bear to let your sister face
the pain of losing her father alone?"
I continued walking without looking back. Elia, though kind and beautiful, was too nosy.
A woman, except when under a man, must know when to keep quiet.
Family? Let's assume I really am Norman Lavran's son. I have a half-sister, Emma,
and my aunt, Elena, who is only thirteen years old and was left to care for me after my grandfather passed away last year. Speaking of Elena, she's
quite a handful.
As for my little sister Emma, she doesn't understand the adult world and always tries to stick close to me,
her older brother. If there's anyone who makes me feel the warmth of family, it's her.
Thinking of that small figure following behind me, I can't remain indifferent.
I remember when I was ten, Emma came to visit me and was kidnapped by another gang.
Although stood up to fight back, they were adults, and I ended up being beaten black and blue. During
the days we were imprisoned, we encouraged each other to never be separated again and to escape together someday.
"Are you really going to be so heartless?"
"I don't want to see that old man, but if I don't go, Emma will cry nonstop.
Next time you see Sister Elia, don't forget you promised to give me your lips."
"You won't regret doing this! And when did I agree to let you kiss me?"
"Next time we meet, at least let me kiss you on the lips." I waved goodbye to Elia without looking back
.
Back at the arena, the crowd was still watching the next match, while Pablodia
waited faithfully in place.
"Let's go." Understanding his loyalty and good intentions, I thought it wouldn't hurt to go. "
That's wonderful, young master. The master has been waiting for a long time. In fact, the master only recently figured out his father-son
relationship with you, so he wants to entrust his affairs to you, as well as his property and the gang." Perhaps afraid that I would change my mind,
Pablodia used this to tempt me.
I sneered, "Only now does he want to mend his relationship with me and compensate me for my losses?"
Facing the speechless Pablo Diaz, I climbed into the carriage first. The exterior was a typical
wooden carriage, but the interior was made of iron; it was essentially an armored wagon.
Ordinary people, except perhaps the military, wouldn't use such a carriage. But my father did, because he was the head of the largest
gang in the capital, a tycoon with five thousand men under his command. Countless people tried to assassinate him every year.
Once inside, my mind began to race.
As the son of a powerful underworld figure, I should be a man of great influence, with a multitude of followers. Yet here I was, dressed in rags, while
my father 's men were in fine clothes. Although I was my father's only son, because of the suspicion surrounding my mother's extramarital affair, I
was driven out of the house along with my mother.
Like any normal human being treated this way, I naturally hated my father, hated him to
the core. But who could I blame? Including myself, anyone involved in organized crime is hardly a good person. There's no smoke without
fire. Although it's been confirmed that we are father and son, my mother could still have had an affair. Imagine
if I were in his shoes; it would be hard not to have doubts. What was my father's reason for wanting to see me before he died? The claim that he left his inheritance
to me cannot be entirely trusted. It's even possible that Norman Lafranc discovered the adulterer's identity and wanted to kill me to vent his anger.
My mother was a great beauty, and I inherited her blonde hair and blue eyes, giving me a handsome appearance. But in
my eyes, she was a virtuous and kind woman, gentle, strong, and with an indescribable sorrow.
No matter what, I can't believe a good woman like her would cheat on her husband.
"It's been months since I heard the news of my father's illness. How is he now?"
"As a gang leader, what would
happen ? Not only would other gangs take the opportunity to seize territory, but even the authorities would want to kick us while we're down. So,
even though the gang leader is sick, he has to pretend it's just a minor ailment like a cold. Apart from the core members of the gang, no one
knows how serious the situation is. The doctor has said that it wouldn't be surprising if he passed away at any time." Bai Baodia lowered
his head sadly.
I wouldn't be saddened at all if my father, with whom I had such a cold and distant relationship, died.
If I had any goal in life, it was to surpass him in the underworld; if he had five thousand
men I wanted ten thousand. And it would be impossible to achieve that without ten or twenty years. But suddenly
, that goal was about to vanish; life is just too illogical.
I simply can't imagine a mob boss dying so unexpectedly from illness. I still wanted to one day step out of his shadow and show off my power in front of him; this
God is just too unkind.
I didn't say much to Pablo Diaz in the carriage, but he's basically a good man. Over the years, whenever
I got into trouble, he would lend a hand. But it was only a small favor; I mostly had to solve things
myself .
When the carriage swayed and bumped halfway through the journey, suddenly there was a loud "boom," and the
heavy armored carriage was overturned.
The carriage was in chaos. I collapsed onto Pablo Diaz, and upon getting up, I saw a
dent half a foot deep in the carriage.
"Looks like there's been an assassination attempt. Young Master, you should head to the White House first. I'll handle this." Pablo Diaz
calmly drew his sidearm and, along with several bodyguards, climbed out of the window.
I followed closely behind, saying, "Who do you think I am? Do you think I'd just abandon you and run away
? Give me a weapon, and I'll fight."
"Like father, like son. With a son like you, Chief, we have nothing to worry about in the future." Pablo
Diaz looked at me with admiration, drew a dagger from his pocket and gave it to me, then sent someone else back to report.
Once outside, I found myself on a main street in the capital, where enemies were attacking with small catapults in the narrow alleys
. As the catapults overturned the carriage, three assassins of varying heights, each wielding a gun, sword, and axe, dressed in black, appeared
like three black gusts of wind.
The moment the two sides clashed, the gun-wielding assassin intercepted Persephone.
"Whoosh!"
The swordsman, swift and ruthless, sliced through the
bodyguards .
The assassin tasked with dealing with me was short, but wielded a large axe. Despite his small stature,
he possessed greater strength than I did. His
short stature and deliberate use of a heavy weapon not only facilitated defense but also combined with his incredible speed and
destructive power , making him like a rolling iron hedgehog.
I, armed only with a few inches of dagger, was helpless against him. To make matters worse,
the swordsman, after dealing with the bodyguards, turned his attack on me.
If I hadn't heeded Elijah's advice to visit my father, I wouldn't be in this predicament. *Spit!*
To avoid being attacked from both sides, I somersaulted back into the carriage.
The short man wielded a heavy axe, furiously hacking at the carriage. I seized the opportunity to slash at
his arm with my dagger. We exchanged blows for over ten moves, I holding my ground firmly, preventing him from making any significant incursions.
The carriage's confined space made it easier for shorter individuals with smaller weapons, so the sword-wielding assassin dared not rush
in , waiting outside for his companion to drive me out.
Suddenly, a flash of silver light struck from behind the short man, moving with lightning speed.
This short man was truly skilled; he spun his axe and caught the unavoidable attack. Upon closer inspection, I
saw that the attacker also used an axe, a much larger and heavier double-edged axe. The two axes clashed, creating
a burst of sparks.
"Little Elena!"
It was my aunt, thirteen-year-old Elena, who came to my rescue in this critical moment.
"Leave no survivors."
With those four words spoken casually, Elena swept the short man away with her double-bladed axe, sending him rolling more than ten
feet. She tossed me a longsword belonging to the dead bodyguard and then chased after the enemy again.
The girl before me was no stranger. Elena was the daughter of my lecherous grandfather, born in his later years. She had half
bear-beastman blood and appeared to be a quiet, introverted, and
taciturn . She had icy blue eyes and long brown hair tied into two buns. As for her figure
, it was basically just beginning to develop, nothing particularly noteworthy.
Yet this rather cute girl, dressed in a school uniform and wielding a double-bladed axe,
was slaying . And she happened to be my aunt, six years younger than me.
After my grandfather's death, she lived with my father for a year, but later, because she couldn't get along with my stepmother, she moved in with me for several months against my
wishes . In short, she was a troublesome little firecracker.
With one more longsword, one less enemy. The entire situation reversed. I leaped out of the carriage and bravely
attacked the assassin who also wielded a longsword.
Although he was experienced and skilled, his moves were swift and decisive, like mercury flowing across the ground. However, my
combination of longsword attack and dagger defense was not something he could break through in a short time.
In the three-on-three battle, I was slightly at a disadvantage, Pablodia had a slight advantage, while Elena had
the upper hand , relentlessly pursuing her opponent.
Seeing that the three assassins were finally fleeing in different directions after a prolonged battle, unaware that they had reinforcements and traps, we
had no choice but to abandon the pursuit.
"They got away," Elena said, her pretty face slightly indignant, like a tiger that had lost its prey.
"Elena, what are you doing here?"
"I saw you were out all night, so I came out to look for you."
"Nonsense! I'm not a child, and it's none of your business when I go home."
"Disrespectful!" After saying this, Elena had no intention of giving a real explanation, and simply took matters into her
own hands and straightened the carriage.
Don't let her petite figure fool you; she could push an armored carriage that several grown men couldn't budge by herself. Little
Elena sat on the horse, lowered her back, and with a sharp shout, pushed the thousand-pound armored carriage inch by inch. Her
incredible strength came from her orc blood.
As for Elena's maternal family, I only knew that her grandfather was a chieftain named White Bear, and that her mother
was cheated out of money and sex by her friend, a man named John, and ended up as a prostitute in the capital. As for her orc characteristics,
the only thing I knew was her cute brown bear ears, which she cleverly hid under her school uniform hood.
One has to admire the ingenuity of the creature's creator; aside from the ears and tail, the orc females mostly resemble
human females. Otherwise, if they were all like Cheng Moshiai, who would be interested in sleeping with them?
"Young master and young lady, let's hurry back to the White House. I'll have someone take care of the body here." Bai
Baodia himself sat in the driver's seat, cautiously surveying the surroundings. Once nothing seemed amiss, he quickly whipped the car into motion.
"How did you find me? Did you sniff me out? Why did you bring an axe?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Xiao Yi crossed her arms and lowered her head, seemingly deep in thought.
"Children should listen to adults!"
"Nephews should listen to their aunts too, but you never seem to." I sulked, annoyed, and said no more.
Even though my aunt was a little girl who had lost her father and was bullied by her sister-in-law, I
wouldn't have felt sorry for her and let her stay in my house. But she moved in without even a greeting. Although I had
told her to move back, after she brandished that double-edged axe, I had nothing more to say. However, Xiao Yi was indeed
a well-behaved girl. Without me asking, she took care of all the housework and kitchen work.
I guessed it was because of her pitiful background and lack of familial care. So, while becoming independent and self-reliant, she also
became introverted, taciturn, and not good with words.
Her sudden rescue just now couldn't be a coincidence; someone must have notified her. This
is crucial, but given her personality, since she's unwilling to talk about it, no matter how I ask, I won't get an answer.
Were those assassins there to kill Pablo or to kill me? I haven't yet made
an enemy or rival capable of hiring assassins of that caliber. If the assassins were truly after me, could it be that
Father really intends to leave his inheritance to me? Otherwise, I can't think of any other reason. There might be other assassins
appearing; should I give up on seeing my father?
The thought of being alone during the attack, certain to die a gruesome death, is something I can't ignore.
After much deliberation, I decided to go, regardless of whether I get the inheritance or not. I'm a person who
clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment; no matter what the other party's motives are for killing me, I must retaliate properly. I'm not a coward
who dreams of a secluded life; I'm someone who wants to build a great empire. How can I tolerate being bullied like this?
Soon after, we arrived safely at my father's "residence," the White House. Although it was just a white
mansion, its design wasn't particularly luxurious, its simplicity reflecting the owner's composed personality. However, in the underworld,
the White House was a legend. Countless people had broken in, intending to kill my father, many of them
legendary figures, but all of them met their demise.
The White House, however, was a source of deep anxiety for me. I was born here, and this house was supposed to be
my inheritance. I should have grown up here, but I was never allowed to enter except for holidays and family birthdays
.
And all of this began because of my mother's early death.
Shortly after she was kicked out of the house on suspicion of infidelity, my father took a concubine named Nora.
Now, the family I care about most is my sister, Emma. Even before she was born, her concubine mother often
bullied me, the son of the first wife, and this only intensified when she became pregnant. At that time, I hated this unborn half-child as much as I
hated my father and stepmother. When my sister was born,
I would never forget the mournful face of that wretched concubine because she couldn't give birth to a son;
the thought of it would still make me laugh.
Perhaps it was fate playing tricks on us, but my wicked mother gave birth to an introverted, kind, timid daughter, and
for some reason, she always liked to be close to me. Emma looked like her mother, which I found very annoying. When I was little, my
favorite thing to do was to catch snakes and frogs and scare her half to death; it felt so good. Then I would pretend it
was none of my business and comfort her, of course, I couldn't let that wretched woman know any of this.
When I entered the gate, I was greeted by a group of people on both sides, and in the vast courtyard, Emma
was sitting with her large group of cats and dogs.
As soon as she saw me come in, she ran over with a worried look on her face.
Emma is fourteen years old this year. She has long, silky black hair like her mother,
eyes as black as the universe, a beautiful oval face, and delicate, leaf-like red lips.
As she grows older, the long dresses she wears have changed from cute little girl styles to revealing and glamorous adult styles.
Although she doesn't like it, her mother, who makes a living by selling her body, forces her to dress like this.
Like today's dress, the lower half is a typical round and wide apricot-yellow long skirt, which looks pretty.
But the focus is on the upper body, exposing her fair arms, all the way to her shoulders and chest, the slit is extremely low,
revealing a third of her slightly protruding breasts and small cleavage. The back is even more outrageous,
with no clothes covering her smooth and pink bare back up to her waist. It's a feast for the eyes of the group of beasts on either side of me, making them drool. Her whore mother's reason for
her daughter's protest is that it's all for her daughter's good.
Women dress entirely for men to see;
they want you to look smaller and smaller, but not dressing is considered vulgar—that's just right.
I knew that slut's intentions perfectly well. After my father died, the inheritance and the gang would all fall into her and
her daughter's hands. With Emma's personality, how could she control the underworld figures of the three mountains and five rivers? Naturally, she wanted a wealthy and
influential son-in-law.
"Brother... Father... Father he..."
Emma threw herself into my arms like a swallow, letting me place my hands on her slender waist and fragrant shoulders, letting her sob
sadly in my arms.
"It's alright! I'm here with you..." I gently patted Emma's back to soothe her agitated emotions,
my heart overflowing with sorrow.

Chapter Three: The Gangster Heir
Originally, I disliked Emma more than I liked her because she possessed everything I lacked.
The key to changing our sibling relationship was my mother's death.
At that time, I was still a child; how could I possibly pay for my mother's medical expenses with only part-time work money? My mother's life was at stake,
and I was willing to shamelessly beg my father, but she wouldn't allow it. Seeing her grow increasingly
thin and sickly, I was going crazy. The only thing I could think of was to get Emma to steal
money from the house.
With Emma's money, I was able to afford a doctor. Although my mother ultimately didn't survive, this incident
changed my only remaining family member from my mother to my sister. Eventually, that bitch found out. She
not only forbade Emma from seeing me for months but also had my father's men beat me up. I'll get my revenge sooner or later!
And then there was that kidnapping incident that tormented my sister and me.
"Miss, please stop crying! It will arouse suspicion. Master is a lucky man," Perdue said,
gentlemanly offering my sister a handkerchief.
In my eyes, he was just like everyone else, harboring ulterior motives towards my sister. But it's understandable! Emma is so
alluring, and her mother, who's always making her wear clothes so small they're practically unusable, to seduce
men.
How could someone like me carry a handkerchief? I could only watch
with received other men's handkerchiefs to wipe her tear-streaked face.
"Elliot, Emma, I'll go see my brother first," Little Elios said, her usually expressionless face
unusually etched with worry.
I nodded, gesturing for her to go ahead, while I focused on comforting Emma and stopping her sobs.
I placed my hand on Emma's shoulder, and together we walked into a marble-built circular gazebo in the garden.
"What will happen to our family if Dad dies?"
"Don't worry, you have Father's inheritance. You don't need to worry about food or shelter, and besides, I, your brother,
will take care of you. If necessary, you and Xiao Yi can move into my house." Emma's eyes were red from crying, and seeing her
like that broke my heart.
"Not only that..." Emma hesitated, lowering her head.
"No matter what, your brother will protect you. It won't be like that time again."
I couldn't help but recall the time we were kidnapped together when we were little. The kidnappers wanted to cut off Emma's finger
to blackmail Father. Emma cried desperately, begging me for help. Even though I was willing to give her my own finger, the kidnappers
wouldn't accept it. In the end, I could only helplessly watch as the kidnappers cut off Emma's little finger.
The scene is forever etched in my heart.
Things are different now. I am no longer a helpless child. I will never let anyone hurt Emma again.
"Mother said that we orphans and widows alone can't protect the gang. If Father passes away, she'll
choose a husband for me to be the new gang leader. Brother, I don't want to marry someone I don't like."
Perhaps my Oedipus complex is really severe. Even if Emma is willing, I don't want to hand her over to another
man, let alone if she doesn't want to.
"With your brother here, no one can force you." I confidently patted my chest and assured her that no matter what Emma's mother, that
bitch Nara, thinks, I will never agree.
With my persuasion and comfort, Emma finally put aside her worries and sorrows for the time being.
"Let's go see Father!" I took Emma's soft, boneless hand and strode towards home, a
home that had already ostracized me.
Compared to the magnificent mansion, my coarse linen clothes seemed extremely unworthy.
Entering the bedroom, decorated with gold and filled with that bitch's low taste, I saw my father, who was over fifty, sleeping on a bed the size of a dragon bed
.
Is this my father? I asked myself, unable to believe it.
My father, who commanded five thousand followers, possessed an aura of quiet authority that commanded respect; ordinary people wouldn't dare even glance at him.
Now, lying in a hospital bed, his cheeks sunken, his forehead wrinkled, he was barely breathing. The only thing unchanged
was his pair of menacing eyes, filled with a chilling intensity that made one afraid to even take a deep breath.
"You've come, Elios?" My father looked at me with eyes full of longing and regret.
"Yes," I replied coldly. The shattered father-son relationship wasn't easily
repaired .
"Do you still hate me for kicking you and your mother out of the house?"
"If you were me, could you forget?" I sneered.
"I was wrong back then! Even with my lifelong wisdom, I was deceived by a woman I loved. Even if
I wanted to make amends now, would you still forgive me?"
After much hesitation, I mustered my courage and asked, "I've always wanted to ask you, but I could never bring myself to say it. Today might
be the last chance. Mother, she really did…"
"Her body may have betrayed me, but her heart never betrayed me. I wronged her." My father's every
word was filled with endless regret.
At that moment, I didn't truly understand my father's words; I felt as if I had fallen into a hell of despair.
Even my virtuous mother could commit adultery.
"Now my life is like a candle flickering in the wind. I'm leaving the gang and my inheritance to you. You must take good care of your
sister Emma and your aunt Elena. I've already arranged for people to assist you. Are you willing to accept?"
Seeing my silence, my father asked again with all his might, "Are you willing?"
His tone and expression were serious. He was a man of his word, whether dealing with his underworld rivals, his subordinates
, or his family. With just a word of agreement, I could suppress my burning desire for revenge against my father,
forgive him, and accept his compensation. His five thousand henchmen and vast fortune would all be mine.
But the resentment and discontent I harbored for years couldn't simply vanish overnight. If I agreed, it would
be tantamount to forgiving him, allowing him to leave this world in peace. If I refused, he would die with regret, while
I would gain the satisfaction of revenge.
For someone who had spent most of his life struggling to make ends meet, the allure of inheritance and a powerful gang
was immense!
But! It wasn't just about saving face. I was only nineteen, talented and young, and I believed
I could absolutely achieve my ambitions. If anything else bolstered my resolve, it was my
love for my mother. She had raised me with unwavering care and never complained; I couldn't betray her.
"If agreeing would make you happier, then I'll agree!"
Frankly, greed was one reason I chose to agree. But because of my mother's infidelity
, all three of us suffered terribly. Since I could choose an easier path, I'd rather abandon
the resentment I've harbored for over a decade of mistreatment by my father. Besides, only in this way could I protect Emma.
"I haven't fulfilled my duty to raise you," my father sighed like an old man, extending
his once strong and powerful hand, now thin and bony, to grasp mine.
"In the end, I can only tell you that life in the underworld isn't easy. There are two major gangs in the capital, my
Lavron Gang and the White Whale Gang. There are seven or eight medium-sized gangs, and countless smaller ones.
It's rare for a gang to last ten years. As for those that can last decades, even if the gang still exists, the gang leader's family has..."
"We've been to several countries. You're my only son, but I haven't properly raised you. How to protect the
gang and prevent you from becoming a spendthrift is entirely up to you!"
"If you don't want to go down the path of the underworld, I can hand the gang over to someone else and leave you only the assets.
But the underworld is the underworld; even if you don't want to be one, others won't accept it! Besides, I climbed to this position by accumulating
countless unable to avenge themselves against me, will come after you. If you really decide to do this,
you must leave this country and live an ordinary life under an assumed name."
"I won't run away, Dad! Running away is a sign of weakness. The weak are only controlled by the strong. I want to
make a name for myself in the underworld, just like you." Kindness is often taken advantage of, and even without my father, I
've already stepped into the underworld; now I will not back down.
"Good! With such courage, your father no longer needs to worry. My time is running out,
perhaps only a few hours or less. Please forgive me, your father, for apologizing to you one more time. I want to
spend the rest of my life with the woman I love; I owe her so much."
My father smiled gently, gesturing for me to leave the room. I sadly released my father's hand, which I had
n't .
At the same time, I was filled with emotion! I could have lived in this big house, I could have had three meals a day,
I could have lived without having to be subservient to others, I could have had a happy childhood. If it weren't for my mother's infidelity, none of
this would have happened. When I become the new gang leader, I will definitely find that adulterer and tear him to pieces.
Before I left, my father coughed violently, finally covering his mouth with his hand. Just as I was about to go
to take care of him, a woman dressed entirely in black, her face covered by a black veil, emerged from behind the screen.
After my father continued coughing for a while, the woman in black quietly wiped the blood from her palm with a towel from the bedside.
I never imagined my father had other lovers besides my mother and stepmother, Nora.
"You've had a hard time!" my father said with a sigh, a smile appearing on his pale face.
"To survive in the underworld, you still have a lot to learn. Learn from Pablodia. You must never let
your enemies or allies see you weak. If your enemies see you, they'll attack fearlessly; if your
allies see you, their morale will plummet, their confidence will crumble, and they might even betray you. I've arranged for a lawyer to handle the inheritance; you
can leave now! I'll have her with me from now on." The woman in black didn't speak, but she held
my father as she sat on the edge of the bed, preparing for the remaining time.
After leaving the room, I stayed at the White House. My father passed away the following night, and we didn't
see each other again.
After announcing my father's death, Pablodia and the lawyer discussed with me the inheritance and the position of gang
leader . It wasn't until late at night that the lawyer finally left, and I was exhausted. I didn't shed a single
tear There was sadness, but what more could a father and son without their bond expect?
"Next, we need to prepare for the funeral! We'll hold it after the inheritance, to prevent other gangs from taking advantage."
"Let's not sleep tonight! Go to the bar and get a bottle of wine, the best one."
Sitting in the living room, on the sofa so soft it felt like I could sink into it, was indescribably comfortable.
Compared to my dilapidated house, with its worn-out wooden furniture,
I still couldn't believe this grand house was mine. Looking towards the bar, I saw countless expensive
glasses, gleaming in the light, each one costing a fortune. Not to mention the precious,
collected vintages. I know there's a lot to know about wine, and many kinds. But I usually only drink beer,
except for the champagne given as a prize when I win a competition. I've never tasted any fine wine before.
As soon as I opened the bottle, the aroma filled the room.
"Life is truly unpredictable! My father died so easily. I originally thought it would take me more than ten years
to achieve what he has today. But yesterday I was just a poor boy, and today I'm the leader of a gang. But
... the human heart is indeed insatiable. I'm already thinking about how to swallow up other gangs and take control of the capital." Thinking about
conquering the capital in the future, a surge of ambition welled up in my chest.
"Our Lafranc gang will surely achieve the great cause of unifying the capital's underworld." Deeply agreeing, Pablo
Diaz offered me a drink, and we each had one.
"Clang! To the new gang leader!" Pablo Diaz then toasted me.
The first sip was sweet and fragrant, with a subtle spiciness, and the taste lingered long afterward.
For the first time in nineteen years, I understood the feeling of enjoying life, moving from one realm to another, a
realm belonging only to the upper class and the successful.
Having not slept all night, with bloodshot eyes, Pablo Diaz said, "Young Master! I have a piece of advice for you.
The inheritance left by the Master belongs to you. But the gang isn't. It's not something the Master can just give away as he pleases. If you don't have the strength,
someone will definitely challenge you, and if things go wrong, we'll all lose our lives. The generational change in gangs often ends in
bloodshed. I've followed your father for many years, so consider this advice my way of repaying him. Let's drink again!"
After downing my drink, I silently reminded myself not to get too carried away.
"What happened to Mo Shi'ai and the others after the midnight horse race?"
"They went home after celebrating."
"A thousand gold coins... If I had lost, I probably couldn't have paid off this gambling debt even if I sold myself. But right now,
what is a thousand gold coins to me!"
"But it seems Young Master gambled too riskily."
I retorted, "No success without risk." Pablo Diaz lowered his head in thought, seemingly lost in thought.
Suddenly inheriting such a huge fortune, I was indeed a little too intoxicated. At the time, I never imagined
that those thousand gold coins would later save my life.
"I have three things I need you to do for me."
"Please give your orders, Master."
"First, arrange for my five men to join the gang. We need manpower right now, so
I'll set aside talent for now, but those who will be loyal to me will be given priority. Second, regarding my father's body, please find someone to freeze it for me.
Finally, find my mother's lover from back then; I must skin him and put his skin on the door of the White House as a rug."
Thinking of the culprit who caused me so much suffering, I was determined to avenge myself.
"I'll take care of the first two immediately. As for the last one, Master already killed those lovers back then."
I was speechless with surprise, and after a long while, I said, "You said a group, not just one.
" "Yes."
Recalling my memories of my mother, she was so gentle and kind.
It's one thing for her to be deceived and toyed with by a villain, but she could never be so promiscuous as to have a large group of lovers; there must be some hidden story.
Watching Bai Baodia respectfully withdraw, I put down my wine glass.
I could delegate other matters to him, but there was one thing I had to do personally: to perform the autopsy on my father.
Although I believed that with my father's shrewdness, no one could poison him, I couldn't rule out
the .
Afterwards, my father's funeral and the matter of succeeding as gang leader kept me dizzy and my mood became
anxious and volatile. Worse still, there might be government spies within the gang, because the capital's security authorities seemed to have learned
of my father's death and were intensifying their investigation of our gang—clearly a show of force.
In this chaotic moment, someone came to inform the Gale Queen that she requested to see me, the new gang leader.
"Didn't I give orders to keep Father's death a secret? How come it's like the whole world already knows?"
I roared at Pablo Diaz in a fit of rage.
Pablo Diaz replied tremblingly, "I will definitely investigate thoroughly and find out who leaked the news."
I finally managed to calm down. Pablo Diaz was Father's long-time loyalist, and during his illness,
he was practically acting as the acting leader. Even if he had a hundred reasons not to weigh the pros and cons, I shouldn't have treated him like this. Was it
from drinking too much, or from lack of sleep lately? I've been feeling restless and irritable lately, completely unlike
my usual self.
A chill ran down my spine; I felt something was amiss. I decided to quit drinking immediately and take good
care of my health. The bigger problem wasn't my health, but the fact that I didn't have anyone intelligent or
trustworthy around me. I had to do everything myself.
Temporarily setting aside worldly troubles, I recalled the allure of the Gale Queen. Although I really wanted to take Elia to
my bed, I didn't have the time for that right now. To my surprise, there was actually a swan meat
delivered to .
I met Elia alone in my father's former study.
The Swift Queen who entered was no longer the radiant beauty she once was; she was dressed in black mourning clothes, her brows
furrowed with sorrow and weariness, a sight that broke one's heart.
"I didn't expect you to be not only such a skilled rider, but also so well-informed, coming to offer your condolences so soon."
"You misunderstand! The more important reason I'm wearing mourning clothes is that my lover, who has been supporting me, has just
passed away ." Elia's furrowed brows suggested she was deeply in love with that man.
"I'm quite curious how you knew I had succeeded my father, even though I had kept the news a secret."
Elia, her brows furrowed, said, "A perceptive person would naturally notice; no
doctor has been called to the White House these past few days." I wouldn't have noticed such a small detail if she hadn't pointed it out.
"So, you've come all this way to ask for something? Times have changed; I can offer some financial
assistance." Her appearance made me feel a pang of pity.
Although Elia wore a simple black mourning dress, it was very form-fitting, accentuating
her beautiful, undulating curves. While I spoke politely, I secretly wondered if
Elia wanted me to keep her as a mistress.
After a moment's hesitation, Elia said, "Excuse me! These past few days, I simply couldn't survive without alcohol, man's best
friend ." Elia took out a small metal bottle and
took a swig from her soft, fragrant lips in front of me.
Then, she straightened up and said, "I don't lack money, but there's something I'd like to ask you for help with."
"Just say it. Didn't you say you wanted to be my confidante? How could I
stand idly by ?" I took the opportunity to move from opposite Elia to sit next to her.
"I'm looking for help to get my adoptive father out of prison."
"That's easy! In the Empire, as long as you have money, prisoners can come and go as they please, right? Wait,
could he be some political prisoner who committed treason? That would be difficult to handle."
Elia hurriedly explained, "No! He's an innocent man falsely accused of murder. The problem lies with
the prison where he's imprisoned; it's the infamous No Return Island Prison, where no one ever leaves."
Elia then explained the situation of No Return Island Prison in detail. Since the warden was a
second- , he wasn't short of money, and he seemed to harbor an unusual hatred for prisoners, not only
killing them arbitrarily but also unusually cracking down on corruption and ruling very strictly. Giving prisoners food and clothes would
be one thing , but bribing the guards to release a prisoner was impossible.
"It seems that getting him out won't be easy."
"Of course I understand that, otherwise I wouldn't have the audacity to come here for help. But now I've just lost my lover and feel incredibly
lonely, longing to reunite with my family more than ever before." Elia shook the bottle, her beautiful face flushed with alcohol
.
"I can't guarantee we can rescue them, but I'll do my best. The problem is, even though I'm the boss
, my men need to eat. As the saying goes, the government doesn't support starving soldiers."
I'm running a gang now, not a charity. I don't really care how much money Elijah can give me;
I'd rather she suggest I keep a mistress, or even offer myself
to her for a night. If neither of those works, doing her a favor might be a good idea.
Business should start where you know it, and I'm most familiar with midnight horse racing. I plan to establish a formal
racetrack and openly operate a horse racing betting business. Of course, to guarantee profits, I'll have to rig the horses and influence the race
results. Elijah should be able to help me in that regard.
After a moment's thought, Elijah said, "Regarding the payment, I'll have to see what kind of work you're planning to do to rescue
them . But I'm sure I won't let you and your brothers down."
"Then I'll contact you later. But listen to me, drinking too much is bad for your health." I took the opportunity to hold
Elijah's slender hand holding the wine bottle; her skin was milky white and smooth, like a young girl's.
"Thank you for your concern. Although I'm a good-for-nothing, living as someone's mistress, I genuinely
love that man. Occasionally drowning my sorrows in alcohol is one of the benefits of being an adult."
"I'll take my leave now. I look forward to your good news." Elijah used this excuse to
free my grasp.
After seeing the beauty out, I quickly ordered my men to investigate her background and origins. The result was that, besides her...
Alone, living outside a villa on the outskirts of the capital, she hadn't been able to uncover any other information. She was
as mysterious as someone without a past.
Who exactly was Elia's lover? Not only could he provide for her, but he also possessed the power
to erase all her past.
More than the enigmatic and unpredictable Queen of the Gale, there was something else I cared about: how to deal with
that wretched bitch, Nara. I had considered having her killed, dismembered, and dumped in the bay. But she was still Emma's
mother , and I didn't want to go too far. At the very least, I wanted to humiliate her and kick her out of the
house. I decided to strip her naked and throw her out into the street, leaving her with nothing.
I've never believed in karma, but looking back on this incident, I truly believe in
retribution. It's as if there's a master controlling everything.
The first time that bitch asked to see me alone after my father's death was several days later. I had hated Emma's mother, Nara. Bertia, for over a decade
.
She was a woman in her thirties, but her face was wrinkle-free; even if she made a living selling her beauty, she still
possessed a certain allure. Her hair was as black and lustrous as Emma's, styled in a bun common among wealthy women in the capital. Her black
eyes were as cunning as those of a fox or a jackal.
She wore a tight-fitting black dress, with a triangular, semi-transparent black veil on her left shoulder, revealing just a third of
one of her breasts. The slit in the hem of the long dress went all the way up to her thigh, revealing her alluring, snow-white skin. Her voluptuous body could
certainly seduce many.
She held a black folding fan, swaying it with a thousand charms, a foxy smile playing on her lips.
I even wondered if this wanton woman, deliberately trying to seduce me, was wearing any underwear at all. What a slut!
But her body really aroused me; perhaps it wouldn't be bad to give her a good fuck before kicking her out.
Although it's said that heroes are inherently lustful, lately my desires in this area have been extremely strong.
"Hey! You haven't dared to come out for days. I thought you'd already smuggled yourself away. I didn't expect you'd have the guts to come see me.
My father's body is barely cold, and you're dressed like this? You're a shameless slut who's available to everyone."
"This is my home, how could I leave! Besides, life is a business! I sell my body, and your father
is willing to pay for it—everyone's happy. Of course, his grudges with his ex-wife are his private matter, not included in our
transaction. You have no reason to hate me." This harlot, sighing and complaining, kept crossing
her legs , as if she wouldn't be satisfied unless others could see her panties.
"Although my father kicked my mother out of the house, all these years of your cruelty and abuse towards me are simply because you're afraid he'll
acknowledge me as his son. All your scheming over the past ten years has been in vain; in the end, you've gained nothing."
I felt a great sense of satisfaction after uttering this sarcastic remark to this vixen. Especially the part about her scheming being in vain,
which made her feigned composure change color.
"I'll get straight to the point! I want to do a deal with you."
"A deal? With your old, faded, thick-skinned, and cheap body, I wouldn't spend a single copper coin
on you." Seeing her furious expression, I felt a chill run down my spine.
"Am I really worthless? I know you hate me; many people are willing to pay to sleep with someone they hate. I'm
confident I'm well-maintained, at least I still have some looks."
This slut forced a smile, her pink legs actually reaching towards my crotch.
Bitch! She really wasn't wearing underwear. But knowing I was erect was infuriating.
I pushed her legs away, about to hurl insults, when she spoke first.
"Don't worry, it's not me you're selling, it's Emma! Your most beloved sister."
"Are you crazy! She's my half-sister, do you think I'm like you? I'm not some
incestuous pervert." My first reaction was that this woman was insane. But then…
“So-called incest only counts if she and you share the same father’s blood. If she was born from some other man I
seduced , then naturally there’s no issue of incest.”
The fox-like woman, her chin partially hidden by her fan, looked at me with lewd eyes.
In that instant, the desire that had been suppressed and hidden within me finally ignited.
I do have a sister complex, but I’ve managed to control it. But the fact that we’re not related by blood was
like adding fuel to the fire. If I accepted the fox-like woman’s suggestion, Emma would be mine forever. Just thinking about that pitiful
figure made me feel like a child who had received a rare toy. Especially since the fox-like woman had been trying to sell her for a high price, and seeing
Emma in someone else’s arms filled me with jealousy and hatred.

Chapter Four: The Promiscuous Mother Offers Her Daughter
"My demands aren't many, just that my daughter and I can continue living here, with our quality of life remaining the same,
and a monthly allowance is enough!"
"That's all."
"Ah! I forgot to add, there's no limit to the allowance."
"What a vicious mother who sells her daughter for personal gain!" If looks could burn people, I would have already turned this
filthy bitch into charcoal.
"It doesn't matter if you don't agree, anyway, you're not the only buyer. Emma is a bit pitiful. What if she ends
up with some sadomasochistic old man..."
"I'll agree to this deal. Immediately put away your fox tail and get out of my sight."
The mother fox, standing up leisurely, grumbled discontentedly, "You pretend to care for Emma all the time, aren't you
the same kind of person as me? But what I crave is money, while yours is beauty..."
After , she only dared to utter the remaining curses in her heart.
Regardless of the mother fox's vicious gossip... I knew in my heart that my desire wasn't simply for Emma's
beauty, but rather a love so intense that nothing less than possessing her could satisfy me.
For the next few days, like a child awaiting a festival, I suppressed my elation and
worked diligently. I met with each of the gang's leaders, announcing my succession. Outwardly, I continued to conceal the news of her death. The most
troublesome thing was that Marina, the sheriff of the capital, was using this opportunity to further intensify her crackdown on our gang.
At this crucial time, I had asked Pablo Diaz to place my five former subordinates within the gang, and he had
done so. Because a bloody civil war was likely to erupt soon, I needed a few loyal men by
my side .
My father's funeral was held secretly, with only family and a few elders in attendance.
Now that my father was buried, I thought I should put aside my limited grief and strive for the future. But first, I needed to open my presents
today .
When I found Emma, she was sitting alone in the shrine in the basement, wearing
a lovely black mourning dress adorned with ruffles and bows. Her eyes were filled with tears; she looked so delicate and
pitiful lovable that one longed to hold her close.
Thanks to the fox spirit's dressing of her daughter, the long, tight-fitting dress accentuated Emma's small, exquisite
breasts . Her neck revealed milky-white, smooth skin, so dazzling and intoxicating.
Although the shrine was now simply and solemnly decorated, it had originally been my father's underground torture chamber, used not only
to entertain guests but also to interrogate female prisoners. The walls were actually magically
created one-way glass, allowing for secret observation. And Pablodia, as I had instructed, had
captured the fox spirit inside.
I wanted her to watch my daughter being raped by me, and then expose her for selling her daughter for personal gain in front of Emma. Afterwards, I wanted
her to change Emma's birth documents, removing my father's name. Then I could legally marry Emma
. As for the mother fox, once she was no longer of any use, I stripped her naked and chased her away.
"Brother! Father's gone, leaving only the three of us. What are we going to do? Can I rely on
you?" Tears streamed down her face
as my sister pleaded helplessly. Could I refuse?
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you for Father until you get married." I silently vowed, until you marry
me.
Emma walked up to me, bowing her head and sobbing. I gently pressed her shoulders, playing with her hair.
"Do you remember when we were kidnapped together as children? That room was just as dark as this one."
"I remember! It was a terrible memory! Thankfully, you were there with me, brother. Can I
rely on you like I did then?" Emma asked me softly and trustingly.
Hearing my sister's words, my heart bled. I picked up her slender fingers to look at them; only her
little finger was missing. Looking at the severed finger, remembering her screams, cries, and trembling
figure , my heart felt like it was shattering! But things will be different from now on. Emma will belong only to me,
and no one but me can bully her.
Little boys have a habit of bullying girls they like to get their attention.
I used to think I was like that, especially seeing the image of her slutty mother in Emma. But when I
found my father's underground torture chamber, I realized that I wasn't actually trying to attract Emma's attention through bullying; I
was a sadist who enjoyed sexual BDSM.
Just like my father!
When I received my father's inheritance, what excited me most wasn't seeing the money or the wine, but
finding all sorts of sex toys in the basement.
"Close your eyes!"
I said with deep affection, gently kissing Emma's forehead.
Emma, not understanding what I was planning, obediently followed her brother's instructions and closed her eyes.
I took out the rope I had prepared beforehand and, with trembling hands, bound Emma's hands together
. "What does this mean, brother!" Emma asked, confused but unaware of the impending disaster
, like an ignorant puppy . Her innocent appearance only fueled my lust. "To deepen our sibling bond, I will become one with Emma." My chest overflowed with a feeling of spiritual and physical unity. I grabbed her soft, delicate breasts, small yet firm. "What are you doing, brother? You can't touch that!" Emma cried out, shrinking back . With a forceful tear, I ripped Emma's mourning clothes and undergarments, revealing her translucent breasts, so fresh and lovely. Startled, Emma screamed and ran away. "Not listening to your brother is not being a good child! Why can't you understand your brother's love? You need to be punished properly." I tied the other end of the rope into a loop, like a cowboy catching a bull, and threw it to lasso Emma. Emma, sprawled on the ground, sobbed pitifully, a sight that broke my heart. I am human, after all. And this was my beloved sister crying; how could I not feel pain? Yet, beneath the heartache, I felt a maddening excitement. Emma was so much like her mother; tormenting her was as thrilling and pleasurable as torturing that vile woman. Besides, I had already decided to marry Emma; there should be no secrets between husband and wife. Even if it meant hardship for her, I had to make her understand the pleasure , because I couldn't deceive my own feelings. I could only transform her into a body that enjoyed sadomasochism. "Brother, what did Emma do wrong? I apologize, please forgive me," Emma pleaded, tears streaming down her face, struggling like a little rabbit caught in a trap. "Yes! The mistake is that you're that bitch's daughter. And yet, you're so adorable, making me unable to resist your charm or hatred. It's all your fault, you're the one who attracted me, turning me into this pervert." I pulled Emma to my feet, stomping on her lower abdomen and tearing her mourning dress, revealing her slender, long, and smooth legs. Imagine how she would grip my waist with those white, delicate . The thought drove me even crazier. "No…" What a clear, melodious cry! Like a fairy, like an angel, simply like a goddess. It captivated . I bound Emma's thighs and calves together, making it even harder for her to struggle. These slender, beautiful legs still needed to develop and become more perfect. But already, they were so white and alluring, they were irresistible. I couldn't help but lick and suck them. Like a lamb to the slaughter, Emma trembled all over. Looking at the basement walls, imagining that bitch's terrified expression of worry for her daughter because of my roughness, I felt a surge of smug satisfaction. I tied ropes all over Emma's body, especially around her chest, binding her breasts in a diamond pattern to accentuate their fullness. Her small, rosy, yet incredibly elastic breasts were tightly bound by the ropes. Emma's face was flushed; the bindings made her blood stagnate, her complexion red and her breathing rapid, like someone in a state of sexual arousal. "Is it hard?"

"Ugh!" Her beautiful face, glistening with tears, nodded frantically, her long black hair cascading to the ground.
"Just bear with it a little longer, and you'll understand the joy of being a woman."
Like a great pianist performing his masterpiece, I
played music on the beautiful, slender woman before me with my ten fingers, making her radiate ethereal pleasure.
I used all the
caressing on Emma.
My ten fingers gently caressed and teased her slender arms, flat stomach, round buttocks, delectable legs, and delicate
breasts. Sometimes rapid, sometimes violent, sometimes gentle.
I caressed Emma, elevating her from the hell of bondage to a blissful paradise.
Immersed in pleasure, Emma gradually felt the ecstatic electric current coursing through her body. Her nose emitted
meaningless whimpers as she tried to suppress a wild, unrestrained cry.
Suddenly, I tightened the ropes, binding Emma's entire body, causing her to scream in pain.
A complex, bewildered expression crossed Emma's face; she could no longer distinguish between pain and pleasure
.
The most important aspect of sadomasochism is transforming pain into pleasure.
I repeatedly caressed her, arousing her senses.
When , I ruthlessly tightened the ropes, making her cry out in agony.
Under my torment, Emma's entire body was soaked with her own sweat, her clothes clinging to her body, making her
appear even more sensual, especially her small buttocks beneath the wet fabric. The ropes, deeply embedded in her mound, were now
damp with her own fluids.
Emma, her face flushed and panting, said, "Brother...you're so strange today! So scary, completely
different from usual...and..."
Her brother, whom she always trusted unconditionally, had now become a semi-mad sadist; Emma
must have been filled with fear and dread.
With a pang of tenderness, I kicked the rope, lifting her halfway up. The rope sank deeper, her cries grew
louder, tinged with a hint of pleasure.
"Emma! Emma! Why do you have that bitch's blood in you? Look how despicable you are! You're still a virgin,
and look how wet you are! Do you like being tied up?
Do you like being tortured? Emma is such a bad girl!" I lovingly stroked her face; my trembling sister
filled me with a maddening ecstasy.
"You feel pleasure, don't you! Being humiliated and tortured by your brother, you feel waves of pleasure coursing through your body
. You pervert."
I spat, and on Emma's beautiful face, I squeezed her delicate breasts, twisting them hard.
"You've exposed my secret!" Emma burst into tears,
struggling .
"It's so mean! It's too much! Brother, you're bullying me... I... I'm not a pervert... Waaah...
" It was a heartfelt cry, so poignant it brought tears to my eyes.
My tone softened as I said, "Even though you're that lowly woman's daughter, I can't help but
like you. I'm so infatuated with you that I don't even care about our sibling relationship anymore. From now on, I will protect
and love you, my little masochistic pervert, on behalf of my father!" I pinched Emma's sweaty, saliva-covered, red face.
I turned Emma's body over, like a female dog crawling on the ground, and then I stripped off all my clothes
, transforming into a beast like a male dog, using my erect member to invade and conquer Emma.
My fourteen-year-old sister's vagina was incredibly tight, yet passionately wet.
Tearing away the symbol of Emma's virginity, I entered her body, feeling both immense joy and profound inner
anguish .
My sister was bound and raped against her will. As her brother, how could I not
feel heartache ? But beyond my role as her brother, my feelings were far more complex. In truth, deep down, another part of me
hated Emma for being that vile woman's daughter, and thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of tormenting and violating her. Life is always full of
contradictions , and I was no exception. Tears of regret glistened in my eyes, yet my lower body was throbbing with erection.
Alas! Men are always beasts. But I shouldn't blame myself too much; it's all fate's
cruel joke. If men didn't have their animalistic instincts, how could they procreate? Blaming the greatest sin on heaven, I continued to diligently fuck my sister.
At their point of union, the virgin's blood mingled with her love juices, dripping onto the floor. The innocent
Emma, now like a lustful beast, emitted cries that appeared to be in pain but concealed a growing pleasure
.
Calling her a slut might be an exaggeration, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, I've made up my mind to turn Emma into a slut in
the future .
Emma's lower body was warm and soft, constantly oozing obscene fluids and
contracting , giving me indescribable pleasure.
"Brother...we're siblings...we can't do such immoral things..." Emma cried out in anguish,
but continued to murmur incoherently.
I firmly believe that Emma possesses a noble soul like an angel, but her body carries the blood of that harlot.
Emma has never looked down on me, her poor older brother; she has always been willing to help my mother and me with our difficult lives,
but she has a slutty body inherited from her mother. No matter how kind her heart is, the original sin of her flesh
can never be erased. Only by tormenting her body can I atone for her sins.
"Why not! Even though you feel pain, don't you also feel pleasure? This is your brother's
love for you, accept it."
I increased the speed of my thrusts, not only feeling intoxicating pleasure from the front, but also experiencing a soul-stirring
sensual ecstasy .
Emma cried and moaned at the same time. She was as delicate as a rose that would break with the slightest touch.
And I ruthlessly ravaged her until I exploded inside her. The overwhelming,
heavenly pleasure that filled my entire body left me stunned.
"No..."
Amidst her cries of sorrow, Emma's flower-like opening instinctively contracted in response to the invasion of my semen.
After being completely satisfied, I planned to reveal that we were not related by blood. The reason I didn't
say it at first was to see Emma's pained expression when she thought I was committing incest. Secondly, it was
because I couldn't suppress the burning, restless lustful desires that I couldn't bear.
I am truly a brother wicked to the core! Even though we are not related by blood.
Then I would expose the scoundrel's prostitution, further hurting Emma. And in her most helpless
moment, only I could comfort her. In this way, Emma would belong entirely to me, body and soul.
That was indeed my plan. Emma, trapped in despair, would understand and accept my
love. From then on, my task would be to begin the delightful "brotherly discipline" of my sister.
However! Is it the unpredictability of life, or am I still too inexperienced? Things didn't go as I
imagined …
The basement door suddenly opened, and a noisy commotion erupted from the soundproof room.
Besides Persephone, the she-fox and a group of soldiers entered.
A group of soldiers!
I was terrified, like a mouse before a cat. Leading the way in was
Marina .
Her name was renowned throughout the capital. Her father was a legendary hero, and her mother was
a female dragon disguised as a human. Their interracial marriage resulted in her, a stunning beauty with dragon blood,
possessing both , and captivating all who beheld her.
Her tall, voluptuous figure was perfectly balanced, like a goddess from heaven. Her wavy golden
hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her mesmerizing sapphire eyes shone with sharp, arrow-like glints
. Her cherry-red lips, adorned with dragon horns, combined with her imposing presence, made
her appear like a Valkyrie descended from the heavens.
She wore a snow-white silk shawl and a matching, narrow-fitting skirt. Although her smooth, radiant skin was
concealed , her voluptuous figure, with its prominent breasts and hips, was undeniably
breathtaking.
If she were merely a beautiful woman, I would at most spend some time admiring her beauty. But in this
crime-ridden capital, she was a powerful sheriff feared by every criminal, her abilities surpassing even her beauty.
Every year, she arrested or killed countless heinous criminals on the spot.
In fact, she had come to the White House several times in the past few days, ostensibly to investigate my father's crimes before his death,
but in reality, to demonstrate
her power against me, the new gang leader. And today, of all times, she barged into the basement while I was raping Emma.
"Sheriff Marina, you must help! This beast raped his
half- bullying us two vulnerable women! You must arrest him to uphold justice!"
That vile woman, with a fake crying face, wiped tears and snot from her face with a handkerchief, clearly trying to
kill me, preferably on the spot.
I was drenched in sweat, watching Marina's disgusted expression, as if she were looking at a dead dog.
With fluid, effortless movements, she drew an aluminum stick from her person, ready to strike.
Marina frowned and snapped, "Ellios Lavran, I'm
arresting Quickly put on your clothes and get rid of that shameful..." She then stopped, her pretty face falling.
Just then, Emma, half-naked and covered in sweat and
vaginal fluid from the intrusion of so many strangers, burst into tears.
At this critical moment, I had no choice but to take a gamble: to fight naked, to kidnap Marina as a hostage and
escape with Emma.
"Emma, get dressed, let's run!" I shouted, charging head-on at the renowned
sheriff .
Marina, her face contorted with displeasure, darted forward instead of retreating, charging to my side. Wielding her staff with the agility of a sword, she attacked with lightning
speed , instantly trapping me beneath her blade.
If I had a weapon, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state. But unarmed, trapped in an underground chamber
with nowhere to escape, how could I withstand her relentless, overwhelming onslaught? Soon, she subdued me
and pinned me to the ground.
The aluminum staff pressed against my lower abdomen, and I remained erect.
"You vile, shameless beast!" Marina glared at my genitals, her voice sharp and menacing as she activated
the magic on her staff. Under the high-voltage electricity coursing through my body, I felt as if my internal organs had been moved, and I lost consciousness.
When I awoke, I was sandwiched between two soldiers. That wicked Marina
had paraded me naked through the streets before taking me directly to the temporary jail of the police station.
I didn't even have a chance to say a word of explanation or comfort to Emma.
Because of those two wretched women, I lost the opportunity to express my love to my sister. She must
hate me, her older brother, to the core right now.
Looking up at the blue sky and white clouds under the bright sun, surrounded by crowds of onlookers and
the screams of those damned women, as if they'd never seen a man's bird before.
As a man, I certainly wouldn't act like a little woman, ashamed and embarrassed because I had no clothes.
But my heart was filled with regret and humiliation. I underestimated Nora. That vile whore, Patia,
I thought she only knew how to use her body. I never imagined she would collude with the sheriff to set this trap for me.
I was so careless!
But I haven't lost yet. Even if I committed incest and rape, the law in the capital isn't about justice,
but about the contest of wealth and power between the defendant and the plaintiff. With money, am I afraid I can't buy a judge?
Only after being locked up in the temporary prison did the soldiers let me put on prison clothes. My first demand was to see Pablo
Diaz and a lawyer, but no matter how much I shouted, these money-grubbing soldiers ignored me.
I slept on the filthy, cold cell floor, eating bread harder than rocks and drinking tasteless water.
My confidence wavered, and when I woke the next day, I felt like I was in a dream. Overnight, I went from a
rising gang leader to a prisoner of the government. It all seemed too unreal!
Three days passed in prison, and I began to reek. Only then did Pablo Diaz and
a lawyer come to see me for the first time.
At our first meeting since my imprisonment, I no longer felt the initial excitement; I was as calm and composed as ever.
The lust that had plagued me for days seemed to have vanished completely after being released into my sister's body.
I had indeed been blinded by wealth, but I wasn't an ignorant fool. Three days of calm
were enough for me to think everything through.
"Why are you so late? Bail me out immediately!"
Pablo Diaz looked distressed, and after a long pause, he finally spoke, "Young Master! Things aren't simple. Although..."
"You only committed rape and incest, but your wife wasn't the only one who framed you. Just getting her into the prison took
me a lot of effort."
"I know! There's also that parasitic sheriff with reptilian blood."
"Not only that, but Prince Kaguru, the big boss of our rival gang, the White Whale Faction." Alas! Misfortunes never come
singly.
"I know he's a favorite of the Emperor, but do you think we don't have powerful backers? Go find Chancellor Grug
! Isn't he Dad's backer? We're no weaker than them in terms of connections, and when it comes to money, just use my assets
. Get me out of here!"
Pablo Diaz silently endured my anger, then continued, "It's not that simple!
The elders in the gang who are dissatisfied with the young master are using this opportunity to speak to Chancellor Grug, hoping to replace you. Plus,
the Madam is on their side. The Chancellor has already decided to sacrifice you to save the king; he won't help you.
I'm alone; I can't possibly use the young master's assets. A lawsuit is all about who has more money! But…"
Pablo Diaz slammed his hand on the table in agitation.
"If I write you a letter of authorization, can you use my money?"
"Yes."
The lawyer tactfully placed a document and a pen in front of me.
Without thinking, I wrote the document and handed it over, but the two people holding it were embarrassed
and at a loss .
"Young Master, why did you draw a turtle on it? You need a proper signature. This is a legal document,"
Pablo Diaz said, looking troubled.
"I'm an illiterate nobody who can't read a single word, so of course I can only draw a turtle. Isn't that what you thought?"
With a mocking tone, I flipped the table over and kicked Pablo Diaz in the stomach.
Even if he was a seasoned veteran, such a surprise attack would surely bring him down.
"Impulsiveness and recklessness are useless, Young Master, calm down. I will definitely find a way to get you out of here."
Enduring the pain and my insults, Pablo Diaz brushed the dust off his clothes and stood up.
"You're quite the loyal servant! You didn't even fight back when your master hit you."
The soldiers on guard swarmed forward, trying to capture me. I used a chair as a weapon, knocking one unconscious with a single blow,
and used all the martial arts I had honed on the streets, holding my own against three opponents.
"Though I may be a dragon in shallow water, I'm no less than you shrimp soldiers."
The soldiers screamed for reinforcements, but I ignored them, focusing on Pablo Diaz.
"A dog is a dog. You've been a dog under my father your whole life. Don't think you can take my
place now that I'm in charge."
"Young master, you've misunderstood. If you don't want to sign the documents, I'll have my lawyer take them back. I'm here
to help you, believe me!" Pablo Diaz's voice was full of bitterness and helplessness.
"Stop acting! Are your fists rusted? If you want my property and gang, fight
me. If you win, I'll give it all to you." I provocatively raised my middle finger, knocked down another
soldier vented my anger on him, stomping on him hard.
"It seems we can only continue our talk once you've calmed down. If you've thought it through, tell the soldiers
. I'll come see you as soon as possible."

In Chapter Five, the courtroom kiss,
Pablo Diaz didn't confess to his crimes, but spoke with a double meaning before
leaving . Heh! He really was a cunning old gangster, hiding his true strength. He didn't fall for my trap and had no
chance to capture the hostage.
I vented my pent-up anger on the soldiers, knocking down more than ten, but none could
subdue me. Finally, before they could bring in even more skilled fighters, I wisely retreated back to my cell.
This imposing presence and domineering aura made the soldiers no longer dare to underestimate me.
On the day Marina arrested me, I didn't think of leaving. But the White House was our base, a place with
many . Even if Pablo Diaz didn't dare or couldn't stop me, he could have simply sent a message to me. I wouldn't have been
arrested on the spot.
If there were any remaining doubts, his three-day silence towards me, followed by a barrage of difficult questions upon our first meeting,
and his attempts to extract my authorization to manage his assets, would confirm everything. Not only was he certainly involved in the setup, but I even
suspected he was the mastermind.
In retaliation for my beatings, the soldiers then withheld food and water, placing me in solitary
confinement .
In this desperate situation, I could drink my own urine; the prison had cockroaches and rats, so I wouldn't starve or die of thirst anytime soon
.
Lying idly on the cell floor all day, I didn't lose my confidence or fighting spirit. My only
thought was how to get out. Even if I had money, money I didn't need was like a mirage; without
someone to lobby for me, how could I bribe the judge? I could only think of two ways to leave: one was
to hand over my assets to Pablo Diaz, hoping he would spare my life considering our lack of enmity and the fact that he had followed my father for many years. Of
course, I wouldn't be so foolish as to believe in the mercy of the underworld. The other option was escape.
In this adversity, I couldn't help but think of my deceased father and mother. And then there's my strange, mature-beyond-her-years aunt,
Elena , and my beloved younger sister, Emma—she must hate me to death. Thanks to my street-smart
upbringing, if I were just a spoiled rich kid who only knew how to be waited on hand and foot, and had been imprisoned by Pablo Diaz,
I would have given up everything to save my life.
How could I have done something as bizarre as drinking urine and eating rats and cockroaches, let alone possessing the muscles and martial arts skills to protect myself? It was only in
this moment of true testing that I realized power in the underworld cannot be inherited through blood; one's
empire must be earned through one's own hard work. If anyone is to blame, it's only myself for being blinded by Emma's beauty,
unaware of the danger I was in. Pablo Diaz holds a high position in the gang; if he had married Emma, the gang leader's position
would been his. Now that I've taken both, it would be strange if he didn't get rid of me sooner.
Perhaps he orchestrated the assassination attempt on me, but given his cunning, it seems too reckless. If it wasn't him, then it must have been another ambitious figure within the gang
.
Drinking urine is just urine therapy; I've heard it's good for your health. Eating rats and cockroaches—
isn't eat? Just consider it a new taste experience. Many so-called heroes wouldn't dare do even if they died, yet I
can silently accept it. While in prison, besides myself, my biggest worry is my beloved sister. I tell myself...
No matter how much suffering I endure, I will never give in and I must escape. Then I'll make those two wretched women, Nora and Marina,
taste what it's like to drink urine—my urine, of course. And I'll make them parade naked through the streets too.
The underworld's creed is an eye for an eye! Just wait and see, I'll get my revenge.
After several days, food and drink were finally restored. I spent a month in prison before my
trial began.
On the day of my court appearance, I was still wearing the prison uniform I was given on the first day—clothes that hadn't been washed once, even though I hadn't had
a chance . My face was covered in a beard, and my hair looked like weeds. Appearing in court like this naturally didn't earn the judge's favor.
But it didn't really matter, since the outcome of the trial was already predetermined. However, I still
chose to defend myself, not only because I didn't give up hope and the pursuit of miracles, but mainly because I wanted to deliberately
cause trouble for that slut and Pablo Diaz. If I could delay the trial, the bribes they spent would increase, so why not drag it out?
The teak courtroom, elegant yet solemn, exuded a sense of grandeur. In every imperial court, a statue of the goddess of justice was carved
behind , her eyes blindfolded, holding scales, symbolizing impartial
judgment regardless of wealth or status.
Of course, this was only on the surface; in reality, the courts were rife with corruption, and justice and truth were
measured in copper coins—without money, there was no justice or truth.
Although I had indeed raped Emma, the two were not related by blood, so it couldn't be considered incest. I could only
try to reduce the charge by focusing on the latter. Knowing that two charges combined would almost certainly lead to
the death penalty if convicted
, I was surprised by the harsher conditions in court. From the outset, more than ten court guards
forcibly gagged me, rendering me unable to defend myself. The trial was conducted behind closed doors, with
no spectators.
Then, the prosecutor presented evidence point by point: the clothes Emma wore that day, the rope I had used. Then they questioned
Nora, that filthy whore, and the confessions of the soldiers who arrested me. The whole process took an hour,
fully .
Next, the jury didn't even need to deliberate; they immediately declared me guilty. That fat, pig-like
judge could decide my life or death in an instant.
Heh! No wonder those common folk thought that the person who sculpted the goddess of justice blindfolded her so
she wouldn't see the injustices in court.
As the victor, that vile Nora, dressed in a red dress and carrying a red parasol,
was strutting like a peacock spreading its tail.
She didn't even consider her age or background. A shameless sly fox.
At this stage of the trial, she smugly approached the dock, ordering a soldier to remove the guillotine from my mouth, saying
, "With your lowly status, you dared to take my daughter's virginity, you stinking bastard!"
"I may be lowly, but you're even more so," she retorted, "you drugged me to lure me into having sex with your own daughter.
Where did you put the drug?"
The harlot laughed seductively, "So you're not entirely stupid after all. Want to know? I'll tell you. I drugged Emma
. Her body emits a colorless, odorless
aphrodisiac that only works on men, making them irritable and sexually aroused. But it's too late to find out now!"
Although we were enemies, facing the combined might of Persephone and Nora, I truly felt inferior.
They not only possessed strength but also the ability to endure what others couldn't, and were ruthless and devoid of familial affection.
Persephone had plenty of opportunities to kill me, but he managed to endure until he used the sheriff to eliminate me, without fear of
public criticism. Nora was even more cunning, using her own daughter as bait. How could I not fall for it?
"I think you understand that the situation is beyond your control. As long as you hand over the property, I might spare
your life for your father's sake."
I forced back my anger, saying, "I want Emma to appear in court as a witness so I can interrogate her. Otherwise,
don't even think about it."
I don't know how much effort I had to put in to hold back the string of profanities that were on the tip of my tongue.
"Do you think you have any bargaining power with me? What do you want as a prisoner? I advise you not to
be delusional ."
"Fine, if you don't agree, then so be it. I'm going to die anyway, and I won't rest in peace if I don't see Emma."
That's what I said, but I didn't think I would die. I was sure I could escape and get my revenge.
"But you have to sign the property transfer documents first?"
"If I sign them now, will you still let us meet?" I retorted viciously.
"Fine! I'll believe you this once, you savage brat. But I warn you, don't even think about getting away with it. If you dare
to back out , I'll make sure you suffer a fate worse than death."
The price of the negotiation was that the judge dismissed the jury due to procedural issues, and a new jury was to decide the verdict.
I wasn't naive enough to think there was still a chance of acquittal. But I had to see Emma no matter what
.
Justice still had its value in the world. If Pablo and his gang wanted to seize my property, they could easily use forged
documents and deal with the authorities. But twisting justice would cost a fortune in terms of money and time
. On the contrary, getting my signature would be much easier.
After the court session, I was locked in the prison cell, waiting to be sent back to prison. Pablo seemed to have spent a lot of
dirty money ; the courtroom was so heavily guarded that not even a fly could get out, let alone a person.
Just when I was in despair, I saw two guards, one tall and one short, with their helmets pulled low, come to
take me away. There were always at least eight people with me when I was taken away. Could it be that my luck has turned around, and I have
a chance to escape from prison?
They carelessly opened the iron gate, seemingly unaware of how fierce and dangerous I was.
I waited patiently for their signal to let me out, and as soon as I stepped out, I struck with lightning speed, grabbing the short man's
chest and neck.
Huh! The short man's chest was surprisingly soft, and he smelled fragrant; he didn't seem like a man at all.
"You lecherous wretch! You raped your sister and then didn't even spare your aunt?"
"Little... Little Yi..."
I never dreamed that the two guards who removed their helmets were actually Elia and Elena.
Little Yi had a bandage wrapped around one side of her face, seemingly injured.
I said with mixed feelings of surprise and joy, "Did you come to rescue me?"
"No! We came to see our lecherous nephew one last time before he died." Little Yi looked at me angrily.
"Don't be angry, maybe he can explain!" Elia tried to mediate for me.
"Emma doesn't lie." After saying that, Xiao Yi simply turned her back to me and ignored me.
"Anyway, we're much relieved to see you're alright. We were afraid you'd die in prison." Elijah looked at my
ragged clothes with a pained expression.
"You really came to rescue me! Let's get out of here first, or something might happen."
"No! We don't have that kind of ability. Just getting in to visit you has already cost a lot. There are
dozens of guards outside the passage, so there's no way to escape. But there's one thing we need to ask you first: did you
really rape Emma?"
I believed they had already heard Emma's side of the story, and one of them was my confidante, while the other, though
a young girl, was my elder.
There was no way to deny it, so I had to confess that Nora had used Emma to
drug . Then I said, "Even if you can't understand, my love for Emma is real, and we're not
related by blood. If I can get Emma, I don't care about the means."
Asking women to understand men in this regard is like trying to find fish in a tree.
Xiao Yi didn't say anything more, while Elia shook her head and sighed, scolding, "The men of the Lavron family are really something!"
From this, I realized that Elia seemed to know my father.
"Let me tell you first! What happened after you were arrested. The day Xiao Yi learned of your arrest, she
fought with Sheriff Marina to save you, but was defeated and injured, unable to get out of bed for a week, almost ruining her
most precious feature. Afterwards, Perbodia pretended to do everything he could to rescue you, but in reality, he bribed the authorities to
get rid of you. Within the gang, he used Emma's situation as an opportunity to attack you as a beast who even raped his own sister. He incited
dissatisfaction within the gang, preparing to establish a new gang leader."
"Xiao Yi, I'm so sorry." Thinking of that imposing female sheriff, who had even injured Xiao Yi,
I felt a surge of anger. While grateful to Xiao Yi for risking her life to save me, I became even more determined to one day
capture Marina and teach her a lesson, to avenge my grudge.
As for the introverted little girl, Yi, she remained silent, perhaps still angry with me.
I then inquired about the details of the gang's situation from Elijah's perspective. The situation was even more dire than I had anticipated. During my father's
illness, Persephone had already seized absolute power. I, who inherited the gang through blood, was already unrespected, and
now my prestige had been completely eroded. The situation was overwhelmingly in Persephone's favor.
"I didn't expect that my opponent in this civil war would be Persephone, and I lost all
my chips from the very beginning." I gave a bitter laugh, feeling utterly defeated. I had been penniless all along, and after a few days of daydreaming, I had
only returned to reality.
"I know you've suffered a lot, but don't give up so easily." Elijah took out a handkerchief and
wiped my dirty face, her concern evident.
"Do you have any alcohol?"
"Yes... but... even drinking won't solve the problem, and I know that best
..." Although she was not officially married, Elijah, as if she had lost her husband, comforted me with a sorrowful expression.
"Stop making excuses, just give it to me."
Reluctantly, Elijah pulled out her bottle of liquor, which I immediately snatched away.
I held it high above my head and gulped down several mouthfuls, then used the rest to wash my face, soaking my upper body completely.
"That feels good! I haven't washed my face in days. Elijah, who said I gave up? As long as I'm alive,
I can comeback. Now, let's figure out how to get out of here! You shouldn't be drinking anymore; you know alcohol is bad for your health."
"It's so good that you're so determined. I was worried you'd become despondent." Seeing me
smile despite my suffering, Elijah was greatly relieved.
"With enough money, we can get me out of here," I said confidently.
"Our financial resources can't compete with Persephone's, and besides, you really have feelings for Emma… To distort the truth, we
'd need spend more money than Persephone."
Elijah gently shook her head, rejecting my suggestion.
"Furthermore, we need to raise funds in a short time, so we can only sell at a low price. The cash we can get may not even be
half of the total assets. And many documents are still in the hands of Pablodia."
Seeing that we had no good solutions, Xiao Yi, who had been silent for a long time, shot a murderous glint in her eyes and said, "Find some
helpers and we'll break into the prison."
I was finally relieved that Xiao Yi was willing to
speak. "You're a girl, always fighting and killing. You should heal your facial injuries first. If you
have and can't get married, I don't want to support you for the rest of your life."
I understood Xiao Yi's concern, but I didn't want her to take any more risks. Marina was quite skilled; breaking into the prison would be
no easy task .
Ignoring Xiao Yi, who was deep in thought and stroking her face, I said, "No matter what, I can't expect you to spend money and effort to come up with
a solution for me. I'll write you a letter of authorization."
Fortunately, Elijah had prepared paper and pen in advance, and I quickly wrote the contents and signed it.
Before handing over the documents, I said, "I'm very grateful for your help in my time of need, but there are a few things I
don't quite understand. How do you know my wealth isn't as much as Pablodia's? And why did you rescue Little Yi in time
? We're not close friends, so why were you willing to help me?"
"Do you think I'm one of Pablodia's people?" Elia was momentarily flustered, hesitant to speak, wanting
to explain but unsure where to begin.
"Then please tell me any other explanation."
"Rescuing Elena was purely a coincidence. As for how much wealth you have, your father told her, and then
she told me. As for why I was willing to help, I actually had my own motives. I wanted you to personally risk
entering the No Return Island prison to rescue my adoptive father. Whether you believe me or not is your choice." Elia looked
saddened by my suspicion, but not indignant.
"What Elia said is true," Little Yi immediately explained for her.
"This thin piece of paper is my last trump card. Now, my only hope is for you to do
everything you can to turn this around ." I grasped Elijah's hand apologetically. My father's loyal servant, Persephone, had betrayed me,
and Emma might have the medicine to deal with me. Now, all I could do was trust her.
"While I can't guarantee your acquittal, I will find a way to save your life. Once you're in
No Return Island prison, please do everything you can to rescue my adoptive father. I will use your money
to help you as much as possible. Take care of yourself in there."
After sending Elijah and Xiao Yi away, I lay on the floor, pondering my next move. I finally saw a glimmer of hope amidst
my despair , however faint its light.
Although I had no substantial bargaining chips, I believed Elijah would never betray me.
After being taken back to the temporary prison, I didn't appear in court again for another week. During this time, I received no
contact from either Elijah or Xiao Yi.
This time, people were allowed to attend the hearing, and to my delight, one of my subordinates, the orc Moshiai
, and Xiao Yi were also present. Although we couldn't communicate, the concern and worry in their eyes
still stirred my cold heart.
At least my brother still had loyalty, and although our time together was short, Xiao Yi was truly
family . Only Elijah was nowhere to be seen in court.
I guessed that the reason they were allowed to attend was because Elijah had sold part of my assets. After
a series of behind-the-scenes transactions, Perbodia could no longer maintain his absolute power and conduct the trial behind closed doors.
The figure I had been anxiously awaiting, filled with worry and uncertainty, finally appeared
in court as a supplementary witness, holding a crumpled letter. Emma was still in mourning for her father, wearing a long, pure black
dress. Perhaps reflecting her inner pain, the dress she had chosen lacked any elaborate butterflies or
lace .
Emma's cheeks were thin, her eyes red, clearly from recent crying, and she
avoided my gaze, her face haggard. Seeing her pitiful state, my heart broke.
Had she eaten three meals a day? Had she slept soundly every night? How had she survived the past month? Seeing how thin she had become
, I inwardly berated myself for my carelessness. I had failed to protect my beloved
younger sister.
Then the prosecutor began questioning her, holding the clothes she was wearing when I raped her, and
the ropes that bound her.
He vividly recounted the events of that day, portraying me as a heartless beast, a
madman who only knew how to pervertedly abuse and torture his half-sister.
The prosecutor argued eloquently, "It's obvious that the defendant has always hated Miss Emma and her daughter for taking over
his home. He harbored resentment and abused Miss Emma since childhood. After his father died, with no one to restrain
his lust, he erupted, disregarding morality and daring to violate the law by raping his own sister. He
felt nothing but hatred, hatred, and more hatred towards Miss Emma. This was a premeditated and
extremely brutal rape case, designed to vent his hatred and lust."
Emma was just a weak woman. In front of everyone, she recounted how I penetrated her, how I
tied her up, and how I spat on her face. She was filled with shame and embarrassment, hanging her head in humiliation as if
she were guilty, her shoulders drooping limply.
The audience, however, chattered excitedly about what had happened, glancing back and forth between Emma and me.
They commented on how Emma, with her pure, kind, and vulnerable appearance, had attracted this beast, and
how exciting the crime had been.
Watching Emma, tears welling in her eyes, trembling in the witness stand, first sobbing softly and then bursting into loud sobs
, my heart felt like it was being torn apart. If I could, I would rather be struck by the axe than let Emma continue
to suffer this torment.
When the prosecutor finished questioning, Emma, her face still wet with tears, raised her head and looked at me with her large,
tender , watery eyes, asking, "Brother, have you always hated Emma? Is that why you treated me like that?
Is what you said in the letter true?"
The letter? I hadn't written to Emma, so this letter she had must be a forgery, probably
fabricated by Pablo to frame me. I desperately wanted to know what it contained, but I couldn't
bear to ask Emma any more questions. My heart was bleeding, so I remained silent until the prosecutor finished his closing statement,
and then it would be my turn.
The price of a night of pleasure was imprisonment. My beloved was so close, yet behind bars separated us.
Looking back, I recounted my life story in court. I walked the underworld, and I never liked talking about
my past. I didn't want anyone to know I was a child abandoned by my father. But…
"The prosecutor says I hate Emma. She's the woman I hate most in the world, Nora Parthia's
daughter How can I not hate her?"
I asked myself, passion coursing through my veins.
At that moment, my gaze met Emma's. Her eyes, though filled with fear and trepidation, still held a glimmer of trust
. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I sensed a hint of affection in her eyes.
"How could I not hate a sister like that? If you were me, wouldn't you hate her?"
I looked around at the jury and all the spectators.
"If my hatred for her is the height of a small mound!"
I gestured wildly, raising my voice, "my love for her is higher than the sky."
"She never looked down on me, her poor older brother. Even with animals like cats and dogs, seeing them
abandoned, injured, and homeless, she would care for them with boundless love. She treated Father's followers like a benevolent
goddess. In my entire life, only she grieved for me and shed tears for me when Mother died
. If I were to die a violent death on the street one day, besides my beloved sister, I can't think of anyone else who would
shed a single tear for me."
"But I'm not a normal person. My love and hate for Emma are intertwined, and the form I express it is
through sexual abuse. Why did I rape her, bind her, and torture her? Not because of hatred, but because of my twisted
love."
"Emma, do you know how happy I was when that bitch said your father was someone else? Because
I wouldn't have to watch you fall into another man's arms as your brother. I could be your man, your
husband . Believe me, we're not related by blood. You won't have to bear the sin of incest."
I, who had remained unmoved even with a powerful enemy before me, now asked timidly, "This time, it's my turn to ask you:
do you still love this brother? Even if he's a sadistic pervert?"
After expressing my inner passion, I had no regrets, no matter the outcome. I said
I had faith in the future, but the possibility of life imprisonment or the death penalty remained. Whether Elijah could truly help me, I had no
idea.
I dared not look at Emma's face, nor hear her denial. How could a normal, kind, and loving
girl like a perverted brother? Perhaps I really was
delusional, as that vile woman Nora said.
"Brother..." The voice that answered me was not filled with anger and hatred, but with helplessness and
forgiveness .
I looked up.
I saw an expression I had never seen on Emma's face before—an expression of love and courage.
"Brother... Emma is so scared! You were so strange that day. I've had nightmares every night since...
I'm so scared... but when I wake up in the morning, my underwear is soaked. I'm terrified and frightened by this, but Emma
can feel the love that you expressed through the ropes beneath your crazy exterior. Perhaps I was
captured by your perverted love that day and became a pervert myself. Can I believe in your love, brother? Are you willing to discipline me
?"
The courtroom was silent; everyone was too shocked to move by this unexpected turn of events.
Emma left the witness stand, her steps heavy as she walked towards me. Ignoring
my stench and disheveled appearance, she raised her head and offered her red lips.

Chapter Six: Imprisoned in the Dark Prison.
Emma's decision to endure the condemnation of thousands, her actions of expressing love at all costs, made me
reach out and embrace her without hesitation. We kissed passionately through the bars.
I licked her warm, fragrant lips, teasing her with my tongue. Emma endured my stench,
awkwardly but boldly extending her delicate tongue into my mouth.
"Are you crazy? Get away from that bastard! Come back… Emma…" The vixen was
furious , her veins bulging, her face like a red-hot iron wok, crushing the fan in her hand.
After the vixen's angry shouts broke the silence, the entire audience erupted in a cacophony of shouts and curses.
"I can't believe that this seemingly refined and polite young woman is actually a slut who willingly commits incest with her brother."
"Shameless brother and sister."
"Look at her audacious appearance! If I had a sister like that, I'd be willing to go to jail for her."
"Shameless!"
"A disgrace to women."
The emotion I felt was beyond words. The empire's social climate was outwardly conservative but inwardly promiscuous. They
could do whatever they wanted in private, but once it was out in public, they became enemies of the world. Even
as a rape victim, Emma couldn't escape the gossip behind her back. Her openly reciprocating my love was tantamount to being branded a depraved and incestuous woman, despised by everyone. Because no one except her vile mother could prove that we weren't siblings. At that moment, I thought, not to mention all my possessions, even my life would be worth it for Emma's true love. The ruthless court police finally took action. More than ten of them, from inside and outside the iron bars, tried to forcibly separate Emma and me. I clung to Emma, refusing to let go, even as the court police beat and kicked me, the pain piercing my heart and lungs. "Brother... even if people call me a slut who committed incest, I don't care... as long as you 're sincere to me. No matter what happens, I'll endure it silently, as long as you live ..." Emma pleaded tearfully. "Ugh! Ugh! I promise you, I won't die no matter what, we're just separated temporarily. I'll have to trouble you to wait for me outside." By this time, my face was covered in blood, but my hands remained tightly wrapped around Emma's warm body. Only when the court police turned their attention to Emma, pulling and tugging until she cried out in pain, did I reluctantly and helplessly release . Emma struggled, shouting to the judge, "It was my own , it wasn't rape. My brother also said that my father is someone else, so we are not related by blood, and the charge of incest is also invalid." The vixen rushed in front of Emma, raising one hand above her head and angrily shouting, "You...you...I raised you with such care for fourteen years, and now you dare to do such a thing!" This vile woman showed no mercy even to her own daughter, slapping Emma twice, leaving ten bloody finger marks on her beautiful face. "Change your testimony now!" "No!" Emma said resolutely, the first time I had ever seen her dare to openly defy her mother. In fact, I had never imagined that beneath her gentle exterior, she possessed such a resolute side when it came to love. The commotion caused by our kiss lasted for more than ten minutes before it subsided. I was beaten so badly I was barely recognizable, handcuffed and shackled, my eyelids so swollen I could barely open my eyes. Emma was dragged back to the gallery, but her beautiful face was swollen from her cruel mother's beating, her cheeks streaked with wet tears. The fat, pig-like judge tapped the bench more than ten times with his small hammer, and only spoke after everyone had quieted down : "The jury's verdict: Elios Lavran's rape charge..." "Not guilty." "Incest charge..." "Yes." I silently expressed my gratitude to Emma once again. If both charges had been upheld, I would likely have faced certain death. But Emma, the victim, said it was consensual, and even if the judge and jury had been bribed, they couldn't have been so shameless as to convict me of rape. But the price Emma paid for her selfless help was cruel. "Defendant Elios Lavran is sentenced to life imprisonment, to be served in the No Return Island prison. Furthermore, since Emma Lavran was not coerced, the court will not grant her a pardon for her incestuous act as is customary, and considering her age of only fourteen, this judge has decided to sentence her to a convent until her death." "You bastard! You pig-headed judge, what right do you have to convict us? I've fucked every wicked woman in your ancestors' lineage… " Ignoring the blood streaming down my face, I cursed the pig-headed judge. "The defendant dared to insult this judge, and is hereby sentenced to twenty more lashes. A pair of wanton, insane sluts!" The pig-headed judge stood up, his face full of displeasure . "You…" I could do nothing but curse. "Smack!" At that moment, a stinky shoe covered in urine was thrown at the judge's face. "The boss told me to avenge you."

Mo Shi'ai, that beastman, actually took off his shoes in court and urinated on them to throw at the judge. Xiao Yi even
tried to fight back, but thankfully, although Mo Shi'ai was reckless, he knew to keep her in check.
"Good brother! Once I escape, I promise I won't mistreat you."
My heart warmed as I watched Mo Shi'ai cause a scene, only to be subdued by the court police and dragged out of the courtroom. Xiao Yi helplessly
followed him out.
But I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to Emma before being taken back to the prison van by the court police. Emma was
detained , preparing to be transferred to a monastery.
"Brother, I'll wait for you. Even if we can't in this life, we'll be husband and wife in the next."
All I could do as a brother was make my sister cry. In a fit of rage, I once again
slammed my head against a court police officer, making another reckless act of resistance. The pain of seeing my beloved hurt and being forced apart from her
caused my emotions to overwhelm my ideals, leading me to do what I knew was impossible.
Another fight, another beating that pierced my heart, another loss of Emma.
My body and soul were ravaged, and I fell into a coma, losing all feeling.
And so I was sent to the Island of No Return. I tried to escape again and again, but each attempt failed.
I went from being a young man in my prime to a middle-aged man, then an old man with white hair. As for Emma, she was imprisoned in
a convent, raped by the bishop, became pregnant with his child, and was finally burned at the stake.
In the crimson flames, she died screaming my name.
Emma…
Emma… Emma…
"Wake up!"
A sharp cry and scalding liquid poured over me jolted me
awake from the nightmare.
"Ha… ha… ha…" I gasped for breath, as if I'd been given a second chance at life.
"Was it all just a nightmare?"
"Dream! Dream your big dream, still dreaming even on the verge of death."
Nora. Bertha, that bitch, sat comfortably in her chair, her arms crossed over her chest, highlighting her alluring, half-naked breasts.
She scrutinized me, the prisoner sitting on the floor surrounded by soldiers carrying buckets of water, covered in salt water.
"I never thought Emma would be so foolish as to spout nonsense in court, ending up
in a convent herself. Ah! Your scheme has succeeded perfectly. Not only did you escape death, but you also used
Emma to turn the tables on me."
The harlot's forehead veins bulged with rage, wishing she could tear me to pieces.
Emma's reaction was completely unexpected. I had only wanted to know if she still hated me. I
never imagined that I would be exonerated for rape, but instead, she would be sent to a convent.
"I'll settle accounts with you later. For now, sign the property transfer documents."
"Hahahaha... I'd rather be a ghost than sign that." I laughed triumphantly. Even in adversity,
finding an opportunity to tease and humiliate this harlot was a kind of bittersweet amusement.
The mother fox was furious, her teeth clenched, and she said, "I knew you shameless scoundrel would
break your promise! Beat me harder, see if you still sign!"
Now I was like a tiger fallen into the plains, bullied by dogs; ordinary soldiers couldn't do anything to me. But because
of Emma, I caused a scene in court, and now I'm not only handcuffed and shackled, but also beaten half to death, practically
incapacitated.
However, I'm a gangster, and I'm involved in countless fights, big and small, almost every day; my body is almost always covered in
wounds. "
Fine, I'll fight you! I'm not afraid!" I used all sorts of defensive techniques, dodging the rain
of punches and kicks, yelling in pain to temporarily appear weak.
They beat me until I was covered in wounds, in so much pain I wanted to scream for help, and only
stopped .
I deliberately feigned a full-body spasm to play the dead dog, suppressing the rage within me.
"This has really gone too far. You can't even hold a pen like this, how are you going to sign anything?" The
smug she-fox looked at my hands, her face full of distress.
"I'd rather cut off my own arms than sign," I said coldly, enduring the excruciating pain all over my body. A gentleman's revenge is never too
late, but a villain's revenge lasts a lifetime.
"Go ahead and be naughty. I've bribed the prisoners in the jail to wait for you, so that those strong men in the prison will have your
anus blown open and rape you to death."
This vicious woman stomped her foot on the ground and said mockingly, "After you die, your inheritance will belong to your only
relative Emma. And my daughter's money will naturally be my money. Let me tell you,
I can buy your worthless life and your anus for less than three hundred gold coins."
What a greedy wretch! I hadn't even thought of this method. My heart immediately sank.
"I've disliked you two, mother and son, for a long time. You framed me, causing my daughter to lose her virginity and be
forced to sell herself, even ending up in a convent. As a farewell gift, I've come to welcome you back."
This slut laughed lewdly, then squatted in front of me, inexplicably lifting her red skirt.
My eyes widened in surprise.
She wasn't wearing the usual women's thongs, but a pair of black leather briefs, which she
immediately pulled off. On top of the briefs was a soaking wet dildo,
glistening with her fluids.
"You big-dicked bastard, you enjoyed fucking my daughter, didn't you! Heh, never thought you'd end up like this. Just thinking about all your
money becoming mine, and you being fucked to death in prison, makes me so excited I'm wet. Look…look
…"
She touched the thick, dark forest of her pubic area, her hand covered in glistening semen. Then, shamelessly,
she smeared it on my face. The semen carried the unique fragrance of a mature woman.
"Shh...shh...shh..."
"You..."
Then she shamelessly offered me some "golden water," the warm liquid spilling from my forehead with
a slightly salty taste.
This slut!
I stuck out my tongue and drank it down with relish.
Anyway, I'd already drunk my own urine, so drinking other women's wasn't a big deal. Rather than feeling
humiliated , I'd treat it as a new experience. I'm quite perverted when it comes to sex; otherwise, I wouldn't have
tied her up and raped her the first time I possessed her.
"I'll accept this delicious nectar. You just wait. I'll definitely come back, and then I'll..."
"You keep me at home like a female dog, and I use me as a chamber pot at night!" I
said provocatively, tracing a line on my lips.
I'd remembered this debt and vowed to get it back with interest someday.
This bitch's shameless and even amused reaction to my words actually made her blush: "Your father and son are both
perverts."
"Your mother and daughter are the ones who sold their bodies to perverts." Although Emma wasn't doing it willingly.
"If you've got the guts, then come out and see." She stepped on my foot again, naked, before leaving
with a sinister smile. I returned her a triumphant, cold laugh.
Keep your eyes peeled, I'll keep you naked as a watchdog at my doorstep sooner or later, you filthy bitch.
After the vixen gave me a death threat, thanks to the efficiency of the Empire's bureaucracy, I was given a
week to recover before being transported to the port and boarded a three-day ship bound for No Return Island.
I had a total of ten days to recover.
Ten days wasn't enough for me to fully recover, but it was more than enough to regain my fighting strength. Bring it on, let
any assassin try to kill me.
During this time, I desperately wanted to receive contact from Elijah, but neither my fellow prisoners
nor my guards brought any news.
Facing such dire straits and hardship, even I couldn't help but waver. Was Elijah really
trying to deceive me? Thinking of that power of attorney, I felt uneasy.
No Return Island was a prison specifically for hardened criminals. Half of the inmates were notorious thieves, serial killers,
or gangsters. The other half, like me, were framed and sent there for various reasons.
The guards in charge of managing the prisoners were fully equipped as regular soldiers, armored and carrying swords,
making it easy for them to deal with unarmed prisoners. We were transported on a prisoner ship that also carried supplies.
Besides flour and vegetables, the worst part was the pile of poultry and livestock on board. My treatment and that of the other prisoners was
practically like that of pigs, sheep, chickens, and ducks.
We were kept like livestock in windowless cabins. In this dog-eat-dog world, it was inevitable that the strong would eat
their fill the weak would starve. Injured and unable to participate in pointless fighting, I simply killed a few chickens
to eat raw.
Ironically, aside from one cannibalistic, deranged killer,
none of these vicious prisoners dared to do what I did. "
No pain, no gain." The other prisoners looked at me with expressions ranging from scorn and mockery
to fear. I didn't care about their reactions. Even in prison, I
would remain superior to others, and what I needed wasn't welcome, but awe and fear.
When we finally landed at the dock, the scorching sun made us dizzy, and the sea breeze was warm, not refreshing.
The island looked like a prison fortress at sea, with its sturdy walls ten feet high. The island was surrounded
by rocky beaches, a desolate and terrifying wasteland.
Under the whips and shouts of the jailers, we prisoners entered the prison one by one.
Perhaps as a warning to the prisoners, we saw the jailers dumping garbage from the city wall.
However, unlike ordinary garbage, this time it contained the corpses of more than a dozen prisoners. Some were so emaciated
that they looked like they had starved to death, while others had missing limbs, as if they had been dismembered while alive.
In an instant, everyone fell silent, some of the more timid even wetting their pants, shouting that they were innocent
and wronged .
"What are you yelling about? Cut them down!"
A clear and sweet female voice came from above the wall, issuing this cruel and cold order. The speaker
was not clearly seen because of the backlight, only that it was a woman with a full head of silver hair.
Without saying a word, the jailers drew their swords and slaughtered those
prisoners who . His sword strikes were swift and ruthless, like slaughtering pigs or sheep, as if his opponents were not
human beings at all.
Deaths were common in gang fights, but such a bloody spectacle was a first for me. Instead of
shock and fear, I felt an unusual sense of novelty.
Was it innate boldness, or the blood of my gangster father?
"These people are new here, well-nourished; let's use their corpses as fertilizer."
My first task upon entering the prison was to bury the bodies in the farmland cultivated by the prisoners on the island.
Covering the prisoners I'd spent so many days with the yellow earth with a hoe, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, a sense of shared loss.
But I would never be buried here like these losers.
Whether from the stench of blood or the fear of the soldiers' swords, we, these once-fierce prisoners,
were now as docile as lambs. Under the soldiers' shouts, we lined up for the warden's inspection.
Having heard Elia's description and witnessed the scene just now, I was prepared to
see all sorts of horrific hellish things here. But what I saw was a scene of ethereal beauty, like fairies descending to earth.
Wow! Compared to someone who had been imprisoned with a bunch of stinking men and suffering agonizing torment for so long, these two stunningly beautiful women
were goddesses. Even the desolate scenery behind them seemed more delicate.
At that moment, I realized that at least one of them was definitely not a fairy, but a bloodthirsty witch.
The warden, making a grand entrance, wore a smart and impeccably tailored black military uniform and wielded a thick, terrifying
leather whip. But the warden wasn't frightening at all; he was pleasing to the eye. Because the person before me
wasn't a middle-aged man with a fleshy face and a protruding belly, but a
dark-skinned, elf-like girl who looked fourteen or fifteen, with silver-white hair that shimmered in the sunlight, long, pointed ears, and a honey-colored, sexy complexion.
Her pair of clear, bright eyes seemed to speak volumes, full of life.
The tight-fitting military uniform accentuated her petite and slender figure. Her breasts, though small, were firm and perfectly
proportioned the shape of her sexy underwear was visible beneath her form-fitting trousers.
Although dressed in men's clothing, it only served to highlight the graceful curves of her feminine body.
But what was most astonishing was her pet. This wasn't a common cat or dog, nor
a lizard , tiger, or leopard. It was a beautiful and alluring orc girl.
A pair of curved, yellow horns on her forehead indicated she was a female orc of the Minotaur tribe. She had
short, curly blue hair, a sweet and lovely face, and her enormous breasts were the most striking feature, befitting a Minotaur woman. Even more
astonishing was that these enormous breasts showed no signs of sagging. This young woman, not yet twenty years old...
The first woman, her face filled with timid fear, possessed a childlike face and large breasts that made her appear extremely innocent.
Around her neck was a golden collar with a golden bell about the size of a fist, a rope held by
the fairy a voluptuous, shy cowgirl with large breasts
and a slender waist, wore an elegant black maid's dress with a white apron trimmed with lace. A subtle yet naturally alluring sensuality emanated from her, like a heifer
beckoning a man to conquer her.
Just as I was inwardly admiring her, someone, seemingly possessed by divine intervention, whistled
.
The fairy girl's face showed displeasure.
"Some of you are quite bold. If I ask who whistled, no one will confess. So, follow
the rules here. Guards, according to the prisoners' numbers, randomly select five people to be beheaded," the fairy girl
commanded, her almond-shaped eyes wide with slight anger. Every word, gesture, and posture resembled an angry girl next door.
But her order was so cold-blooded and ruthless.
I immediately let out a cold breath.
Upon hearing the order, the jailer pulled out a stack of wooden tags from a wooden box, each engraved with a prisoner's number.
"9525, 9526..."
My prisoner number was 9527, and I broke out in a cold sweat. Death's scythe seemed to be hanging over my
neck.

Chapter Seven: The Dark Prison Storm
"7525, 7526..."
"5436"
Thank goodness. After the initial shock subsided, I had truly escaped death. To be beheaded
for no reason because of someone's whistle would have been far too unlucky.
The prisoners whose numbers were called cried out their innocence, and then were executed one by one. Five heads rolled, all
because of a single sentence from the dark elf girl. If I had been unlucky, I might have been one of those five heads.
The cowgirl, pale with fear, clung to her master, who remained unperturbed,
saying without a hint of unease, "First, let me introduce myself. I am Sheila, the only daughter of Prince Kaguru. Kaguru
is also the warden of this No Return Island prison. Here, my words are not just law, they are practically divine pronouncements.
Those who follow the rules will have enough to eat. Those who dare to cause trouble are very welcome. Because I personally
find pleasure in torturing and killing others."
After she finished speaking with a smile, a cunning glint flashed in her eyes as she gently combed
her hair. Then, suddenly, she began to whip us prisoners mercilessly.
In an instant, flesh was torn open, and blood flew everywhere. The ground was littered with people, screaming in pain.
Unfortunately , I was also whipped in the chest, burning with pain, and blood was gushing out.
What utter misfortune!
A blessing in disguise, a curse in disguise—perhaps this was the consequence of not being chosen for beheading.
After the merciless whipping, glistening beads of sweat glistened on Sheila's honey-colored skin,
making her black military uniform, damp with fragrant perspiration, appear even more lithe and alluring. Only three prisoners,
including which caught Sheila's attention.
With a seductive flick of her small, delicate tongue, she licked the blood from the whip and said leisurely, "This
little calf I keep is named Little Zhen. Anyone who dares to make a move on her will have the chance to experience
the limits ."
Tightly gripping the rope, Sheila pulled Little Zhen until her face was flushed and she was breathless, her pitiful appearance creating
an alluringly sadistic atmosphere.
The lecture ended there, and Warden Sheila led her pet Little Zhen away.
Watching the warden's alluring, rhythmic swaying buttocks from behind, I licked my lips.
Boldness is one of my assets; otherwise, how would I survive in the underworld! Facing this terrifying female demon, I
wasn't terrified like others. Instead, I was emboldened by lust, fantasizing about
conquering .
In fact, since landing, I've observed that the prison's inner walls are high and thick, with ample guards. Apart from the regular
boats, there isn't even a single raft. Escaping from here is harder than climbing to heaven. But the chances aren't zero.
If I can capture this female warden alive and use her as a hostage, who would dare stop me? Of course, if possible,
I also need to find Elia's adoptive father and select her former followers from among the prisoners to help me conquer the world.
"Sheila Kaguru? She happens to be the daughter of Prince Kaguru, the backer of our rival party, the White Whale Gang."
Without treating our wounds, the guards began assigning us cell duties.
While the others could breathe a sigh of relief, I remained on high alert. Because once the assignments were complete, I would face
assassination attempts by prisoners bribed by that bitch.
This is a battle to defend my future, my life, and my dignity. Failure means being
gang-raped and killed as a male concubine.
Along with a dozen or so prisoners, I was sent to a cell with over a hundred inmates. After the guards left
, the old guards swarmed me, a large man leading the charge asking, "Are you Elios
Lavran?"
The situation was worse than I'd anticipated. I'd thought only
a I was being swarmed. I was outnumbered; what should I do?
Even denying it would only buy me a little time. Once the guards called my name, I'd be
exposed . Looking at this group, led by the large man, over thirty were clearly part of a gang, the rest
being powerless and subjugated. Even assuming these seventy were neutral with the other newcomers, I'd still be fighting thirty against one.
"Are you the leader of this cell?"
"That's right! Everything here is under my control, including your lives."
I didn't reveal my identity, and kicked the arrogant fellow in the groin. Just as he cried out in pain and
bent over , I elbowed him in the cheek, then punched him so hard his head fell backward to the ground. It all happened
in less than two seconds.
"What is that? Kill him."
"Go!"
"Teach him a lesson!"
The enemy was overwhelmingly stronger, currently outnumbered twenty-nine to one. I unleashed all my ferocity,
attacking with the ferocity of a lion and tiger, while simultaneously displaying the cunning of a cheetah.
The only furniture in the cell consisted of dozens of wooden
bunk . The enemy's weapons were wooden sticks salvaged from the beds. I fought close to the wall, avoiding attacks from both sides.
Using the gaps between the wooden beds, they ensured that only one or two people could attack me simultaneously.
That's how gangsters are; they fight with numbers, everyone vying to be the first to attack.
I used all my strength to grab a wooden stick and started hitting anyone I saw, left and right.
"Come on! Go ahead, who's afraid of who? Watch me smash your eggs and turn you into castrated dogs." To fight a
hundred men, you first need excellent skills and superior weapons, secondly, you can't be surrounded, and you need
to overwhelm your enemies with your momentum, turning them from wolves into lambs to the slaughter.
After a dozen minutes of melee, four or five men were on the ground, and
more . I also paid a heavy price, with many wounds on my body that were swollen and painful.
Seeing my fierce appearance, covered in the blood of both sides, this group revealed their true gangster
nature . They kept cursing, but none of them fought back bravely; they were all looking for an opportunity
to strike while the enemy was down.
A prolonged battle would be disadvantageous for me. They could take turns resting and bandaging their wounds, while I had to be on high alert.
Perhaps my luck had run out; no matter how much I provoked them, they just wouldn't come to their deaths.
The leader, whom I had initially knocked to the ground, woke up cursing incessantly.
"You filthy bastard, you even dared to hit me! A bunch of idiots who can only yell! Pull the beds apart,
let's all attack with sticks. The person who paid us ordered us to rape him to death, and he just happens to be a blond, blue-eyed white guy.
You'll see your ass is bleeding!"
"I'll fuck your mother's stinking gay!"
I retorted mercilessly, wildly striking the hands that were grabbing the bedside with sticks, but even a hero can't withstand a crowd, and they
eventually cleared away my cover.
"What? Can't you be tough anymore? Where did your earlier bravado go? If you kneel down and beg me, lick the soles of my
shoes, and suck my cock, maybe I might consider raping you a little more gently."
The group of prisoners laughed lewdly.
As for my face, it was probably as pale as a dead man's.
A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! I was determined to kill this bastard, even if it meant my own death. But at this critical moment, I couldn't help but
recall Emma's smile, and felt an overwhelming sense of grief and indignation at my defeat.
Was I destined to leave her alone in the monastery, to die a lonely death, forever separated from her? Where was Elia's help
? Had she truly intended to deceive me?
In this utter despair, after bidding farewell to my sister in my heart, I saw a glimmer of hope.
The other group of prisoners from the same ship had only just been brought to the cell. The despicable jailers made no attempt to interfere with
the prisoners ' fight. But among the prisoners was my most capable henchman, the orc Mosai.
The inexplicable excitement of seeing a savior in my time of need is something those who haven't experienced it cannot understand; it's enough
to make one weep with joy. But I insisted on pretending not to know him.
Mosai could easily take on ten men, and even with me, the chances of victory were slim. However, if this brainless
fellow could be even a little smarter this time and launch a sneak attack from behind, perhaps we still have a chance to win.
"Do it cleanly, try not to leave any loose ends for us!"
The jailers, who had clearly pocketed their ill-gotten gains, left fifteen new prisoners, including Mosai, behind.
I desperately winked at him, hoping he would understand my plan. But the orc
roared, "Boss, I'm here to help you, don't be afraid!"
Is this idiot blind? Can't he be a little smarter?
"Just the two of you!"
Another round of laughter erupted.
"Not two, but seven. And five more brothers I met on the ship. I can take on ten of them,
the rest are for the boss and you guys."
Mosai, being an orc and fond of fighting, has offended many people. It's
already a favor that he hasn't added any more enemies for me, and now he's even found some helpers.
It seems that fate hasn't completely abandoned me yet.
"I'll fight you to the death! Charge! Don't be afraid. If we lose, our seven human names will be lost too."
Seven against twenty-six, the battle began again. We had hope, but victory was still unlikely.
To catch the thief, first catch the leader. I chased after the big leader, launching a series of attacks, but he was no pushover either. I chased him and beat
him until he rolled on the ground, but he just wouldn't die.
Mo Shi'ai grabbed two wooden sticks with a few gestures, hacking and slashing left and right, roaring like a tiger, as if he were wielding
two sharp swords. He slaughtered the enemy, leaving them either dead or wounded, and no one dared to approach. He truly achieved one against ten.
The remaining people, fifteen with sticks against five unarmed. Just thinking about it without even looking, I knew the situation was bad.
The balance of power was clearly tilting towards the enemy!
We had no choice but to rely on ourselves and Mo Shi'ai.
At this tense moment when shouts of battle rose and sticks rained down, I retreated to the four walls and remained neutral
among the prisoners. An old man, short and stout with a protruding belly, sparse hair, and still
possessing a bright, piercing gaze, stepped forward, brandishing a wooden stick and shouting,
"Brothers! Your chance to shine has arrived! From now on, our meals will depend on this battle!" This fellow knew how to seize opportunities, throwing himself into the fray
when his leader was in danger and the overall situation held the upper hand . Unexpectedly, fate had spared me, but I was also doomed; after a narrow escape, I found myself in a dead end. A large number of fresh troops—I couldn't handle them. The stout old man charged straight at me, his strikes lacking in finesse but brimming with power. "Ouch!" The large leader, struck hard on the back of the head, coughed up blood and fainted. This shocked most of the men, causing them to stop fighting. "My name is Rebiru. I was ordered by Elia to take care of me in the prison. I hope you will guide me in the future." The short, stout old man named Rebiru seemed to have forgotten his age, exuding the heroic spirit of a young man as he charged into battle against arrows and stones.

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