The metal prison gate slammed shut with a deafening bang the moment Connor and his two guards were dragged into the detention block of the Augustrio Central Precinct. “Move faster!” A police officer shoved Connor hard from behind. “You fake businessman spy think this was some damn cheap company… including your fellows?” Laughter echoed across the dark corridor. Another officer sneered while unlocking the inner security gate. “Unbelievable. A so-called Master caught using fake Calhoun verification access. You people really have death wishes.” Connor’s face remained calm despite the humiliation burning around him. His expensive suit was already wrinkled from the rough arrest, yet he still carried himself with quiet dignity. Beside him, his two guards looked furious but helpless as armed officers surrounded them from every direction. One of the guards gritted his teeth. “You people are making a terrible mistake. That’s Master Wood!” A baton instantly slammed into his sto

Every heavy step made their hearts shake harder. Around them, the prison inmates stared with savage excitement. Some cracked their knuckles while others licked blood from busted lips after watching Connor’s brutal beating. The Impaler finally stopped in front of the trembling guards and tilted his head slightly. “You both look terrified,” he said coldly. “Good.” One guard immediately dropped to his knees despite his shaking legs. “Boss… please… we didn’t do anything…” “Please spare us!” the second guard cried loudly. “We were only following him!” The Impaler’s scarred face twisted with disgust. “Shut your mouths.” Both guards instantly fell silent. The giant slowly turned toward the hundreds of inmates watching from every corner of the prison block. His terrifying red eyes swept across the tattooed men standing behind the bars. Then he raised one massive hand. “Put your hands together,” he ordered darkly. “Teach these two the prison welcome message.” The pri

The three police officers froze the moment they stepped fully into the prison block. The dim lights hanging from the ceiling flickered weakly above the horrifying scene before them. Blood covered the concrete floor heavily. Connor and the two guards lay motionless near the steel bars like broken corpses dumped after an execution. One officer immediately frowned. “Damn…” Another officer slowly scanned Connor’s battered body. Fresh wounds, swollen bruises, torn flesh, and blood covered nearly every inch of him. His expensive clothes had been reduced into shredded rags soaked dark red. Even the officer’s breathing became slightly heavier. “That beating was worse than I expected.” The third officer looked toward the two unconscious guards beside Connor and clicked his tongue. “They got it badly too.” Inside the prison block, dozens of inmates stared violently at the officers from behind the bars. Their eyes looked wild beneath the dim lights. Some slowly grinned while others cra

The thunderous voice exploded across the prison block.Every head turned at once.Even Connor slowly lifted his eyes.A massive figure stepped forward from the crowd of inmates.The man looked like a nightmare carved from stone.His bare upper body was covered in scars. Thick muscles stretched across his chest and shoulders. Veins bulged along his arms like twisted ropes. Six deep knife marks crossed his torso, each one telling a story of survival.His face looked even worse.Old wounds had left permanent marks across his jaw and forehead. His eyes were cold, aggressive, and fearless.Only one man inside the prison looked more intimidating.The Impaler.And that fact alone made the entire prison hold its breath.“The Real Venom...” someone whispered.Several inmates immediately stepped aside.Connor quietly observed him.Even standing among hundreds of prisoners, The Real Venom looked like a predator.The Impaler slowly lowered his firearm.Rage burned behind his eyes.Yet beneath tha

Connor had just walked out of a prison that bowed to him, yet the moment the iron gates disappeared behind him, he felt a sense of release. One of the police officers pointed his baton forward. “Move.” Connor glanced at him but said nothing. His body ached with every step. Dried blood stained his boxers. Bruises covered his ribs. Fresh cuts lined his arms and shoulders from the battle inside the prison. The three officers escorted him across the precinct grounds toward a small apartment building attached to the rear section of the station. “What is this place?” Connor asked calmly. “No questions,” one officer snapped. Connor looked at him. The officer immediately raised his baton. “I said no questions. Do exactly as you're told.” Another officer opened a door and pointed inside. “Get in.” Connor stepped through the doorway. The apartment was simple and old. A small living room sat near the entrance. A narrow hallway led deeper inside. One officer tossed a