"That kid too? Hmph!"The fettered geezer in a corner of the cell shook his head exasperatedly.What good was throwing a punch when it only relieved their frustrations for a second?All it really got them was a world of pain, and was that worth it?The geezer was hence pursing his lips, sighing at Scarface's brainless actions that would earn him disproportionate retribution.However, even the geezer had to admit that he was itching for this—at this very moment, his long dormant heart felt a strange anticipation.Clang.Dropping the branding iron on the floor, Frank glanced at his reddened palm for a moment before tearing the leather shackles off his wrists.Then, as the inmates in the surrounding cells looked on, he walked straight toward Tigris and said calmly, "Take me to your leader. I'd like to talk to him since I have pressing matters elsewhere—I have no time to waste here."His calm, arrogant words left the inmates shocked. "Shit, who's this character?""Seeing the wa
"Die!" Hearing Tigris' bellow, every Blackwater inmate was expecting to see a sight of blood and gore, and they were certainly thrilled.Moreover, Frank did not even have time to dodge—once Tigris' punch landed, his head would explode right then.However, even as the geezer in the cell shook his head and sighed, the inmates were soon left gaping in shock.After all, instead of spilling blood, the bones in Tigris' knuckle broke audibly as he squealed like a gutted pig."What…"One of the flunkies hiding behind Tigris was smirking savagely, already preparing a script to flatter Tigris when he punched Frank's brain out.He was left in shock, however—while Tigris' punch struck Frank squarely on the cheek, his skull did not blow up, while Tigris was the one who ended up screaming.Even as Tigris stumbled backward, the inmates suddenly realized that his knuckle was dangling limply, while white bone was protruding from the joints.It was Tigris who bled from his fist, and not Frank
As the inmates looked on, Frank bellowed as he launched his fist at Tigris, their knuckles colliding just like before.At first glance, Tigris' punch was shrouded in pure vigor and kicking up a violent shockwave, while Frank was just basically holding out his knuckle—it was really a stretch to call it a punch.Forget projecting his pure vigor—Frank was not even putting his back into it, and it was a really simple, half-heard punch.Bang!In a split second, Tigris' thundering punch was parried like it was nothing, while the man himself was howling as he was sent flying and crashing into the steel bars of a prison cell.And as the inmates turned to look, they could all see that all that was left of Tigris' knuckle was pieces of flesh scattered all over the floor.It would be a gruesome sight, but the inmates were used to it here at Blackwater.They were not thrilled either, because it was a jailer who was beaten up! How many years had it been since this had happened? No, forge
Frank had a hunch right then. "Could it be…?"The geezer nodded grimly, seeing the look on his face. "As the name suggests, every Blackwater Prison across Draconia has the authority to issue the Blackwater Designation, in order to apprehend the worst criminals in the country."If you tried to break out, you'd naturally top the list, and you would find yourself fighting every martial artist in Draconia! That's why no one ever leaves Blackwater."Seeing the geezer's scowl as if reminded of bad memories, Frank quickly understood that his pessimism stemmed from a failed escape attempt, after which he was captured by one of the best martial artists under the Blackwater Designation."May I ask who brought you back?""It was Simon Lionheart, head of the Lionheart family."The name left Frank narrowing his eyes. "The head of the Lionheart family personally…""Yes."Terror showed in the geezer's eyes even as he shook his head, sighing lengthily. "His strength is unparalleled, even among
Frank was left taken aback but soon appeared delighted—that was true! Why did he not think of that?!He even nodded at the flunkies. "Thanks for the tip. I really didn't think of that!"The two flunkies traded glances, while the one who gave Frank the idea of taking Tigris hostage could slap himself right then."S-Stand back!""Do you think the warden would show you mercy when you're hurting his brother?!"Seeing Frank strode up, the two flunkies were still trying to name-drop the warden to intimidate Frank.They had no idea that Frank was not susceptible, and while they yapped a lot, they quickly cleared a path for Frank.With that, they watched helplessly as Frank put Tigris on the iron chair and wheeled him further inside the cell."Alright—Tigris Fisher is now my hostage," Frank said. "Run along now and tell your warden that I have his brother, and that he shouldn't do anything stupid… or I'll kill my hostage!"Seeing that Frank was absolutely stubborn, the two flunkies ha
While Frank was being confined at Blackwater, Huub Droitner was glowering as he paced around in his hotel room.He would shoot an occasional but vicious glare at his goon who was kneeling nearby before eventually bellowing, "Incompetent fools!"Even as the goon flinched, Huub ranted, "All I told you is to find an herb for me, but none of you could find it?! What's the point of me keeping any of you around?! You're all useless!"The goon was certainly wounded by Huub's blame too. "But, sir—the herb is really rare! We asked everyone we could ask across Zamri and Bralog, but no one knew about it! There's no way we would know! And if no one knows, we don't even know where to start!"Huub might have promised Helen that he would bring her a Bloodcrane Spiritbloom, but in reality, he did not know what it was.In fact, he had never heard that name before—he was just trying to look good, snapping back at Frank and pretending that he knew to impress Helen.As such, when Helen urged him to
As his colleague now reported that he had found the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom, the goon wondered if his men were all working together to trick him by telling him that no one had told him about it.Still, he decided it was not the case, as his men had been working for him for a while.Moreover, they heard that Huub was willing to pay five million dollars for it, so they would definitely want that money.As such, he was keen to see this Bloodcrane Spiritbloom his colleague was bringing Huub.Still, Huub did a double take just then, seeing the gleeful look on his goon's face but nothing in his hands. "You said you've found it—well, where is it?"Though the goon's smile faded, he quickly threw up his hands. "The Bloodcrane Spiritbloom is really precious, Mr. Droitner... I can't hold it with my bare hands."Huub nodded—that made sense, as touching the herb directly might ruin it. "Then where is it? We will go and get it right now!""Okay!" The goon did not keep everyone in suspense an
"What the hell?"Huub's expression was as cold as ice.He always knew that undertakers were so eloquent that they could give fortune tellers a run for their money. However, nothing they ever said would be true, as it was all a sales pitch.And Huub could not care less about people like them, so he snorted and turned to leave."Hey now, sir!"Seeing that Huub was going to abandon his unconscious goon, the unscrupulous geezer hurried to him and started rambling, "You could let me handle his funeral matters. I promise that it will be my finest work. The deposit would be…"As his eyes narrowed in glee and he rubbed his hands at Huub, his intention could not have been clearer."Fuck off!" Huub's other goon barked.He had come to see what was this Bloodcrane Spiritbloom his colleague found, only for him to bring them to such a dank, gloomy place.And as it turned out, his colleague messed up big time.The goon would have laughed—in fact, he wanted to do it from the start. But seein