RISE OF THE TRILLIONAIRE HIDDEN POWER

Chapter 0004

A bucket of cold water was poured over Charles, who was unconsciously sitting on a chair with his hands and feet bound.

Stimulated by the coldness, Charles woke up and looked around.

Bob and the two policemen bribed stood in front of him. Bob, with half of his head bandaged, looked at Charles cruelly. He had planned the worst revenge.

“I'll make you feel more pain, ten times as much as I did.” Bob glared at Charles, turned on a camera, and pointed it at Charles.

"Charles, you are a criminal, you'll be locked up with the most vicious inmates. Those big guys will love you, such a smooth-skinned boy. You'll have plenty of soap to pick up, and you'll get to enjoy those big black chocolate sticks which are enough to tear your mouth apart! But before that, I'll give you an unforgettable lesson."

Bob's face twisted into a sinister smile as he planned to beat Charles mercilessly, seeking revenge for his poor ear and teeth.

He tore open Charles's shirt, intending to scar him for life with a searing hot iron on his stomach, but instead discovered a peculiar tattoo.

It was a red flame tattoo, awe-inspiring to behold.

Bob blinked, feeling momentarily dizzy, as if he had just seen the tattoo flicker like real flame.

"You nerd, you even have tattoos, how ridiculous!" Bob slapped Charles's cheek and mocked.

Charles knew he was in deep trouble but ignored the taunt, choosing instead to close his eyes.

However, his action only angered Bob further. He grabbed a searing hot iron and pressed it onto the tattoo on Charles's chest.

"Ah..." Charles screamed in agony, the intense pain nearly driving him to madness.

The scorching iron seared his flesh, sizzling like frying meat, accompanied by the smell of burning.

"Enjoy my revenge! It is just the beginning!" Bob looked on with satisfaction as Charles, drenched in sweat from the pain, writhed in front of him.

After Bob finished torturing Charles, the two policemen started beating him mercilessly until he was battered.

Meanwhile, with a sense of satisfaction, Bob recorded his cruel actions with the camera.

He planned to share the video with the fraternity members. Many of them had twisted minds, enjoying watching, sharing and making such brutal videos.

Charles, severely injured, was dragged into the prison and detained. He curled up in the corner of the room.

However, he didn't notice a faint glow emanating from his body, the wounds slowly healing, and the latent energy within him gradually rising.

...

Meanwhile, a hacker from the Flamel family watched in shock as a new video was uploaded to the Dark Web.

In the video, the victim had a brilliant flame tattoo on his chest.

Instantly, he gripped by panic. The young master of the Flamel family, searched for desperately for eighteen years, had fallen victim to such abuse, especially it happened in a police station.

Without wasting a second, he immediately escalated it as the top-priority emergency to his superior.

Soon, the butler of the Flamels received the news and knocked on the door of Sir Flamel's study room.

“Master, we have found the young master.” He reported respectfully.

“What? Where is my grandson now?” The old man asked excitedly, with tears in his blurry eyes.

“Young master is in the detention centre of a police station at present, and he’s in bad situation!” The butler said carefully, worried about angering the old lion king.

“Bad situation? You mean my grandson is in danger now, uh?” The old man's eyes widened, his gaze was very sharp, like a lion king on the grassland, majestic without any anger.

The butler was impressed by the old master's momentum, lowered his head and played the video to him.

As the video played, the temperature in the study seemed to rise to a boiling point, and the old man was like an active volcano, ready to erupt at any time.

Having watched the video, the old master said in a deep voice, with anger inwardly, "Get ready for the helicopter, arm the whole assault teams, and follow me to rescue their young master!"

"Merely a trash from a third-rate garbage family and a shabby police station dared to torture my grandson. I will make them all regret living in this world!"