Huub snorted before chuckling coolly. "But if I haven't seen the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom before, do you think Helen Lane or her mother would? The only ones who have would be Frank Lawrence and that kidnapper… Hell, maybe that kidnapper never saw it too."The goon realized what he was saying right then. "Oh! So you're saying…"Huub nodded, his lips curling into a sneer. "Yes. Since no one would know what it looks like, I could just get something that could pass off as the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom. Helen Lane and her mother don't know anything anyway, and if the kidnapper kills her hostage, I just have to keep denying it, and it's good as done."Hell, I could use that as an excuse to inflate the value of the flower, forcing her into submission through an astronomical debt. I won't lose anything even if she refuses—I'd just take her by force."Huub's good had to give him a thumbs up in praise. "You're a genius, sir!" Soon, the unscrupulous geezer returned with a fragrant flower and red
"I refuse!"The geezer remained determined."Hmph."Huub snorted at his stubbornness and stepped aside.His goon caught his cue right then.He was naturally a powerful martial artist—that was how he got the job.He strode forward right then and lifted the geezer off the ground, his face inches away from the geezer's as he growled threateningly, "Do you know who you're trying to con here? This is Huub Droitner of Bralog's Droitner Incorporated! It seems that you're really asking for it!" "D-Droitner Incorporated? So what? T-This is Zamri, not Bralog! You don't get to strut here!"The geezer remained defiant despite the goon's threat, but the panic in his eyes betrayed his fear."Strut, you say?"Huub chuckled coolly nearby. "All of Zamri would soon be beneath my feet—pawns like you would never understand."Walking up, he snatched the fake flower on the table. "I was going to pay you five hundred bucks for your troubles, but since you don't know what's good for you, you're no
"Hehe…"Draco Fisher's fat cheeks were squeezed together, his eyes narrowed into slits.He rubbed his pudgy hands together, salivating at the beautiful woman before him. "I didn't know you'd be visiting, Lady Silverbell! Sorry for not preparing a reception for you!""Save the formalities."Silverbell maintained her cool demeanor as the chief of the Martial Alliance, the look on her face warning others to keep their distance. "I came for one reason—I want you to release one of your prisoners.""What…"Draco's eyes widened at Silverbell's cool yet melodious voice, but he was so fat that his eyes did not widen all that much.Still, he shook his head and waved her off as if by instinct. "No, no, no. I'm afraid that won't do, Lady Silverbell. You know that Blackwater is under the grand commissioner's jurisdiction. Even as the president's confidants, you can't—""The person I want to free is not who you think it is."Silverbell said quietly, "I don't know what bribes you've received
Naturally, Draco also knew that his ties to Droitner Inc. were even more incriminating than how he treated Frank here in Blackwater.After all, Frank was arrested under charges that Droitner Inc. discovered, and there was no doubt that Droitner Inc. had been bribing him.That was how they could convince Draco to arrest Frank and lock him up in Blackwater.If word got out, not only would there be a new warden, but his entire family would end up in a Blackwater cell too.Experiencing an inmate's life notwithstanding, he would count himself lucky if he survived a day. After all, everyone had seen how he treated the inmates as a warden.Even as he fully understood the consequences of what he did now, Draco was afraid to continue imagining.How would Frank forgive them after what he and his brother had done before?If he refused to release Frank or stubbornly refused to admit to his crimes, this would lead to a conflict of interest between the president of Draconia and the grand comm
At those words, Silverwell drew her sword with a swish, pressing it against Draco's neck as she snapped coolly, "Since you can't decide, why don't I help you right now?""Argh!"Feeling the sharpness of Silverbell's sword against his pudgy neck, Draco quickly threw his hands up in panic. "Please, this is a mistake, Lady Silverbell! Breaking out of prison is a capital crime in Draconia! My life is worth nothing, but yours is!""Are you releasing him or not?!" Silverbell bellowed, pressing her sword into Draco's neck.Draco's face dropped as he felt the sting of the edge, and his own blood trickling down along it.He did not expect the chief of the Martial Alliance to go that far for Frank, ready to break him out of prison even if it meant taking Draco down.They were talking about a capital crime here!Be that as it may, Draco was not really concerned about escaping inmates—the only thing he worried about was what Silverbell would do.So much as one flick, and it was his head on
As the rowdiness reached new heights, some of the inmates were taking off their clothes and rubbing their engorged members. Swish!Silverbell scowled and swung her sword toward the fringe of the cells.Blood splattered as the inmates screamed harrowingly, and they became eunuchs by the dozens.Draco looked on without complaining, only telling the jailers behind him, "Send those inmates who had just insulted Lady Silverbell to the penance chamber."The inmates' faces fell at the mention of the penance chamber, none of them daring to mess around right then.Even Silverbell was actually surprised that the inmates were all suddenly so tame at the mention of the penance chamber.She did not dwell on it, however, as she was fine as long as the inmates quit causing trouble.Soon, Draco brought Silverbell to Frank's cell.He stood, leaning against the wall, while Tigris Fisher was hanging his head in fearful silence, still fettered to the iron chair.Judging from the bruises all ove
Rubbing his hands and looking Silverbell from head to toe, Tigris kept gulping and laughing sleazily. "Draco, quick! You must have a way to save me now, right? I mean you even brought me a girl! Oh, I can't wait!""How tasteful of you, girlie! Dressing so conservatively, and in all white at that… it's so that I could rip it off, right?""Shit, shut up already!"Draco finally had enough just then and pointed at his own brother as he snapped, "You pig! This is Lady Silverbell, chief of the Martial Alliance! How dare you insult her! I'll have your tongue for this!""What?!"It was only then that Tigris' face full of lust turned pale.So that pretty face was not a prostitute his brother got her, but the chief of the Martial Alliance herself, and a very important person at that!He fucked up!His lips were trembling even as he stammered, "L-Lady Silverbell… I-I didn't know who you were! I'm a pig, I deserve to die… Please, spare my life! I won't do it ever again!"Tigris actually t
Silverbell's meaning was clear—mess with Frank again, and Draco would find himself in the penance chamber too."Urgh…"Draco breathed a long sigh, as he knew that he could not protect his brother now.Still, it worked for him, as Draco thought that being sent to the penance chamber was better than Silverbell killing Tigris on the spot.After all, Tigris did not only mess with Frank Lawrence, the son of the Lord of the Southern woods, but he insulted the chief of the Martial Alliance as well.Those crimes alone were enough for him to be killed a thousand times over.On the other hand, even after Tigris would become crippled after being subjected to the torture in the penance chamber, he would at least be alive.As for whether he stayed sane, that depended on Tigris' own mental fortitude.Making up his mind, he waved his hand. "Take him.""Yes, sir!"Several jailers strode up, lifting Tigris along with the iron chair he was strapped to.While they did, Tigris continued to stru