All Chapters of The Return of the Almighty Dragon Jackal: Chapter 11 
				
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				Chapter 11: WHERE DID YOU LOCK HIM?
			
Andrew's entire body ached with pain as he was dragged across the gravel outside the police station. His feet scraped against the sharp edges of broken stones and dry sticks. Every step felt like knives were slicing into his skin. Blood smeared from his toes as he tried to resist, but the two police officers gripping his arms were merciless. Their boots thudded heavily on the pavement while he stumbled between them, too weak to fight back. The weight of betrayal, the shock of Frank’s return, and the haunting image of Cynthia being dragged away burned behind his eyes like fire.He tried to lift his head but the sunlight was sharp, stabbing into his vision and forcing him to squint. Through blurry eyes, he saw the heavy metal doors of the station swing open as they approached. Inside, the air was thick and dry. The reception area had a dead silence, except for the slow ticking of a dusty wall clock and the sound of a fan rotating above.Without a word, the officers shoved Andrew into the
				Chapter 12: I KILLED YOUR HUSBAND. SO WHAT?!
			
The moment the heavy silence between them broke, the tension in the police station shifted like a looming storm. Mrs. Edward, regal in her posture, stepped forward until the distance between her and Frank was nothing more than air tainted with accusation. Her voice was trembling, yet sharp enough to pierce through the tension that had thickened the station's air.  "Did you do it?!" she burst out, her lips quivering but her eyes unyielding. "Are you really the one that killed my husband? Did you mur..."  Her words fell apart as Frank’s voice collided with hers like thunder.  "And so what if I did?" he said, calm but menacing, his steps closing the space between them. His tone wasn’t rushed or heated. It was chilling. Controlled. As if he had played out this exact moment in his head a thousand times during sleepless nights in darkness.  She staggered slightly, shocked by his boldness.  "You all hoped I'd just rot in jail, disappear like dust in a storm. Ten years I spent in the shad
				Chapter 13: JUSTICE IS NOT THE GAME
			
Silence had teeth. And for twenty-one long days, it had been chewing through Andrew’s sanity.Not three days. Not three nights. Three whole weeks, swallowed by the shadows of a cell that smelled like rust and forgotten souls.Andrew had stopped counting after the first ten. The walls of the cell made sure of it, pressing in on him until day and night blurred into one endless gray. The only clock that still ticked was in his chest—the hammering beat that refused to die.But every strike of his heart came with the same tormenting question.Where is Cynthia?The thought chewed through him like acid. Is she alive? Is she still breathing under Frank’s shadow, or has she already been swallowed whole by the man’s cruelty? His fists clenched, nails cutting into his palms, but there was no blood left to bleed. Just the raw ache of a man stripped of everything except memory.Her smile haunted him. Her voice echoed in the silence. He reached for it in the dark, only to clutch at air.The tiny bar
				Chapter 14:  COURT OF THE WOLVES
			
Two hours later, the cold iron doors of the detention center creaked open once again. Chains clinked with every reluctant step Andrew took as he was dragged down the long, echoing hallway by two officers. His wrists were shackled tightly, the cuffs biting into his skin, and iron chains coiled around his waist and ankles, reducing his stride to a pitiful shuffle. He didn’t speak at first. He didn’t yell. His silence was not surrender. It was a silence heavy with a storm.As they passed through the open corridor toward the courtroom, Andrew noticed how the entire building seemed to fall quiet, as if everyone inside knew what was about to happen. His entrance would be nothing short of spectacle, a man already judged by the world before he had even been allowed to speak.The grand double doors to the court swung open.Inside, eyes turned toward him like sharp daggers. The gallery was filled to capacity. A suffocating silence choked the atmosphere. Every seat was taken, every spectator wait
				Chapter 15: HE THREATENED ME!
			
The room held its breath.Every gaze disdainfully turned toward the chained man in the center, as though he were not human but a creature dragged from the dark. Andrew stood bound, wrists raw from iron, his suit ruined, his body stiff like a soldier facing a firing squad.Silence suddenly pressed heavier, broken only by the faint scrape of shoes on the polished floor and the faint wheeze of someone in the back row. Even the ceiling lamps above seemed to burn hotter, pinning him beneath their glare.His pulse pounded. He had faced blades, fire, betrayal—but never this. Never a courtroom where truth itself had been turned into a weapon.Andrew’s jaw locked as he watched Cynthia stepping towards the witness stand delicately. His breath faltered. He remembered too much.Nights when the cold was unbearable and she pressed herself against him just to feel warmth. Mornings when she whispered she wanted freedom, wanted a life where no one owned them. The first time she said she loved him—with 
				Chapter 16: YOU'LL CRY! I SWEAR
			
Four dragging hours of silence and sweat felt like four long lifetimes.Andrew sat chained to a steel bench in the underground detention hold, wrists bled against the iron cuffs, every twitch carving fire into his skin. Even the ceiling fan above seemed to turn out of pity, its blades barely stirring the stench of rust and concrete.He hadn’t blinked, never tried to close his eyes once. Not with Cynthia’s betrayal ringing in his head like a curse he couldn’t silence. Frank’s smirk kept flashing back, feeding the fury crawling under his skin. And the judge’s dead eyes, cold and merciless—pressed on him still, like dirt shoveled over a coffin.Time wasn't moving here. Only his rage was.Then, cutting through the silence, came the metallic sound.Keys.The clinking hit his ears and his pulse spiked. The heavy door screeched open. Two bailiffs stepped inside, their gray uniforms stiff, their expressions drained of humanity. One of them toyed with the keys like they were instruments of fate
				Chapter 17: WHY DID YOU KILL MY MOTHER?!
			
They thought the bars would tame him. They thought prison would bury him like a forgotten corpse. But cages don’t kill wolves. They sharpen their fangs. And Andrew Blackwood was already born with blood on his teeth.The prison cafeteria roared with noise. Metal trays slammed, voices collided, boots dragged across concrete. The smell of stale bread and burnt beans clung to the air. Prisoners hunched over their meals like animals tearing into scraps, each bite an act of survival.Andrew sat down at his corner table, his tray sliding in front of him. His eyes froze. His food was not scraps. It was fresh, flavorful and mouthwatering!Chicken. Rice that wasn’t clumped. Vegetables that weren’t half-rotten. A piece of fruit glowing yellow under the dim lights.His eyes narrowed. Around him, men gnawed on bread hard as stone. Their soup was murky water. But his plate looked like something from a restaurant.Whispers rose. Prisoners looked at his tray, then at him. Some licked their lips. Some 
				Chapter 18: THIS IS YOUR FAULT!
			
The slap landed before Carina even realized who had walked in.Her wine glass slipped, shattering against the marble, crimson spilling across the tiles like blood. Frank froze mid-sip, the stem of his glass trembling in his hand.Carina’s head snapped to the side, hair whipping across her cheek, her jaw stinging. She blinked in stunned silence before slowly lifting her eyes.Mrs. Edward stood before her, fury radiating off her like a storm, broad-chested men at her back like a wall of vengeance.“You—” Carina hissed, voice trembling with rage. “How dare you walk into my house and—”“How dare you take fifty million dollars from my husband!” Mrs. Edward’s voice cut like a blade, sharp, cold, and merciless.The words smashed into the air. Frank’s hand lowered slowly, his drink forgotten, his throat tightening.Carina’s face drained of color. “The F…fifty million—”“Yes,” Mrs. Edward spat. She then laid the paper onto the low table between them, and Frank’s face went white where it hadn’t 
				Chapter 19: BLOOD IN THE YARD
			
They said prison breaks a man.But Andrew Blackwood wasn’t built to break. He was built to make the walls shiver.The showers steamed with the stench of rust and sweat. Prisoners stripped down to their underwear, bodies scarred, eyes burning with hunger. Andrew could feel it in his bones—too much silence, too much staring. Blood was in the air. Something was definitely gonna happen. Whispers circled like knives. He didn’t know if the storm was meant for him or someone else, but he could smell death waiting.Then he saw him.A boy, no more than nineteen, limping, dragging a broken leg across the tiles. His lip was split, one eye swollen shut, ribs clearly shattered beneath pale skin. He was crawling toward a faucet, shaking like a cornered animal.Andrew moved without thinking, crouching beside him.“Hey! Are you okay? Who did this to you?” his voice low and firm.The boy’s red eyes glistened. A single tear slid down his cheek before he jerked his head away, glancing at the circling me
				Chapter 20:  LET THEM TRY
			
The chains bit into his wrists as the guards shoved him forward.He didn’t resist. He didn’t ask.The name was still echoing in his ears. Cynthia.Her name had burned through his head the whole walk here. His pulse was steady, but deep inside, storms collided.She was the last person he expected to see. The one face he had buried in rage and memory.The metal door groaned open, spilling him into the visitor’s chamber.A glass wall split the room. The chair screeched against the floor as they forced him down, iron clinking loud in the silence.Andrew raised his head slowly.And there she was.Cynthia.Not the woman he once knew. Not the bright smile that once disarmed him. Not the warmth that used to anchor him.Her eyes were swollen, her cheeks streaked with tears, her hands trembling as they pressed against the glass.She looked broken.For a long heartbeat, neither of them spoke. Their eyes locked, a silence so sharp it could carve stone.Finally, she leaned close, her voice shaking