All Chapters of THE SUPREME KING OF WEALTH : Chapter 91
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POWER MEANS NOTHING HERE
The cold wind swept across his face as he approached the towering entrance of Calhoun Empire. The massive black building looked even more terrifying at close range. Dark glass covered the structure from top to bottom, reflecting the cloudy sky like a giant monster watching the city below. At the center entrance stood a revolving glass door guarded by two imposing security men. Both of them were terrifying. Their black combat uniforms looked heavy and armored while advanced rifles rested firmly across their chests. Their sharp eyes carried the kind of pressure that could make ordinary people freeze instantly. Even Connor’s two guards felt it. The atmosphere around the entrance was suffocating. One of Connor’s guards lowered his voice slightly. “Master… these people are not ordinary security personnel.” The other guard silently nodded. Even though both men tried to stay composed, the pressure coming from the two guards ahead was overwhelming. Connor remained calm.
INSIDE THE PRISON OF MONSTERS
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
WHEN THE MASTER FACED THE IMPALER
The Impaler stood directly in front of him like a moving wall of muscle and scars. His massive chest rose slowly while his sharp eyes locked onto Connor’s bleeding face. The entire prison block had gone silent again. Even the inmates who enjoyed violence the most stepped backward carefully. “I’m The Impaler,” he said with a deep intimidating voice. “No one jokes with me.” Connor wiped blood from his mouth and forced himself to stand straighter despite the pain ripping through his ribs. His breathing had already become uneven, but his eyes remained cold.The Impaler’s expression darkened with bitter rage. “You even have the audacity to respond to me?” he asked bitterly. “By the time I finish handling you, you’ll deeply regret that damn response.” Connor opened his mouth slightly. “You—” Before he could finish speaking, The Impaler’s fist exploded forward with terrifying force. BAM! Connor screamed instantly. “ARGHHHH!” Blood burst from his mouth as his body flew ba
THE DEVIL'S HEART
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 WELCOME BEATING WAS SERVED
Their battered bodies trembled violently on the blood-covered floor. Their swollen lips shook as fear filled their eyes. Every inmate inside the prison block stared at them silently, waiting for their answer. Even breathing felt painful after the merciless beating they had just suffered. Finally, the first guard forced blood out of his mouth and spoke with a broken voice. “Yes… Boss…” The second guard immediately followed despite coughing painfully. “Yes… Boss…” Their voices were weak, but they made sure the words were loud enough to reach The Impaler clearly. The giant prison ruler stared at them for several long seconds before giving a slow nod. “That’s good,” he said coldly. “You both are lucky, because I was already about to order them to beat you to death for wasting even that little time before answering.” Both guards shivered instantly. The Impaler turned away from them and walked calmly back toward his massive steel throne. Every heavy step echoed throug
TOMORROW DECIDES LIFE OR DEATH
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 MASTER REFUSED TO DIE
Morning light barely pierced through the thick bars of the prison block, but what it revealed inside was enough to freeze time itself. The dried blood on the concrete floor had turned dark and sticky overnight. The silence was heavy, broken only by faint groans and the distant metal creaks of the building settling. Then Connor moved. A weak breath escaped his lips. His fingers twitched against the blood-soaked ground. One inmate near the bars blinked hard. “No… no way…” Another leaned forward, gripping the bars tightly. “He’s moving… that guy is actually moving!” A third voice cracked in disbelief. “After what The Impaler did to him? That’s impossible!” Slowly, Connor pushed himself up from the floor. His body trembled violently, every movement sending pain through his bruised ribs and torn flesh. Yet he did not stop. Even the two guards who had received a far lighter beating compared to him were still lying completely lifeless on the ground, barely showing any sign of
THE DAY THE IMPALER LOST HIS THRONE
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
THE IMPALER KNELT BEFORE THE MASTER
Venom stood close to him, while the Impaler still trembled with rage and humiliation at a distance. Connor exhaled slowly and said, “I’m not interested in prison leadership.” A wave of confusion spread instantly. Venom blinked. “What did you just say?” Connor turned his head slightly toward him. “I said I’m not taking it. Not now. Not ever.” Murmurs broke out again. “He’s rejecting it?” “Is he serious?” Connor’s gaze stayed steady as he continued. “Before anything else… what’s your name?” Venom frowned. The question caught him off guard. After a short pause, he replied, “They call me Real Venom.” Connor shook his head slightly. “Not what they call you. Your real name.” A heavier silence followed. Venom’s jaw tightened. Then he said slowly, “My name… is Marcus Vince.” Connor nodded once. “Marcus Vince.” He stepped closer and placed a hand on Venom’s shoulder. “Marcus Vince, I officially hand back the power to you. You deserve it.” Gasps erupted across the bl
HEADING TO THE UNKNOWN DESTINATION
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