Rising System: Billionaire Supreme Revenge

Chapter 3: This Is A NightMare

[REVISI]

This jail was so quiet.

Since the last argument between Aarav and one of the inmates in this cell, he had not spoken at all. His breathing was still unsteady and his heart was pumping fast.

Aarav's mind was a complete mess right now. In the corner of the prison cell, he had deliberately pulled over and refused to join the other four inmates. The situation he was facing now was not fully digestible.

All this time, Aarav had never imagined himself in jail. Although his job title was only as an office boy in the office, he never thought of making money by involving himself in the narcotics cases of company officials. Instead, he was accused out of nowhere of drug involvement.

Aarav let out a frustrated breath as he rubbed his face. No matter how much he tried to accept this incident, the other side of his heart still felt anger for the accusation.

"Damn, this isn't fair," Aarav grumbled very quietly, almost sounding like a whisper, as his hands covered his face.

On the other side, four prisoners were watching Aarav with scornful expressions. One of the inmates who was the gang leader, with the tag name Robert Marsellino, grinned with satisfaction.

"Hey, you." Robert called out to Aarav who had been noticed by him since a while ago.

Actually, Aarav did not want to respond to Robert's call. But suddenly Robert threw a pebble of dust at Aarav, hitting the skin of his hand.

Aarav suddenly raised his head after having been submerged in the folds of both hands. Aarav immediately gave Robert a sharp and displeased look.

"What are you doing?" asked Aarav, blurting out his words without hesitation.

Robert raised both eyebrows and was intrigued by Aarav's reaction. His grin grew wider as he realized Aarav was not afraid of him.

"It's nothing. I just feel sorry for you," Robert replied. Instead of taking offense to Aarav's challenge, Robert watched with curiosity. "What's your case for getting into this prison?"

Aarav rolled his eyes in disgust as he exhaled a rough breath. The question sounded offensive to him. Aarav did not want to be thought of as someone who had actually done something wrong.

"I heard from the prison warden's conversation, he was involved in a narcotics case—"

"I'm not involved at all!" Aarav immediately cut off the words of another inmate, who was Robert's right-hand man.

Robert looked away from the inmate on his left, back at Aarav. This time Robert chuckled.

"It's a pity that you're getting accusations from people in power," Robert commented in between his mocking laughter at Aarav.

There was no reply from Aarav. His jaw was still set as his emotions had not yet stabilized. Aarav looked away from Robert, deciding not to respond.

"What's your name?" Robert then stood up from his sitting position, walking slowly towards Aarav.

Aarav did not respond to Robert's question at all. Aarav's gaze was still fixed on the only small vent in this prison cell. Aarav was eager to get out and find out why he was being accused by his company.

Not getting a response from Aarav did not make Robert stop smiling mockingly. He kept walking closer until he was three steps away from Aarav's weathered chair.

"Are you deaf?"

"Will you shut up?" Aarav said curtly to Robert. His head snapped around. "Does it matter to you if I get accused?"

Robert flinched for a moment, then shook his head. "Not at all. In fact, I pity you," he said. "Ah, those powerful people often victimize the underprivileged like you and me."

Aarav was still looking at Robert angrily. His eyes were both sharp and wary. He had heard that the inmates in the prison cells tended to bully the new inmates.

Aarav was prepared just in case Robert wanted to do something unexpected to him.

"But that's how life is. You yell at police officers about justice, do they listen?" Robert said again. "You get thrown in here anyway. You didn't expect that, did you?"

"I don't need your pity."

"And my pity doesn't need your approval. Hey, I didn't imagine how you would live your life while here."

Aarav watched Robert intensely as annoyance welled up in his chest. Why was this man talking incoherently? No one understood what Aarav's life was like, but Robert now spoke as if he knew his life.

"I won't be in this jail cell for long." Aarav emphasized his words. He showed a reassuring face. "Their accusations are absurd. It won't bring me down."

Robert felt more interested after hearing Aarav's confident words. His mocking grin gradually faded into a lopsided smile, implying interest.

"You think so? Do you think you can fight against powerful people like them?"

Aarav didn't budge. His words were only said to convince himself, but he had not yet found a way to fight the top brass of his company. As a result, Aarav remained silent without being able to answer Robert.

"Ah, it turned out to be just empty confidence," Robert replied with a long sigh. Now both hands were placed on his waist. "No wonder you got this accusation, because you look like a fool."

Aarav's eyes glared at Robert. Those words offended him more than the previous words. Aarav gritted his teeth, looking at Robert angrily.

"I am not a fool."

"I spent years in the narcotics organization and was affected by the actions of the elite, the boss of my boss." Robert began to explain in a calm yet serious manner. From the look on his face, there was something he wanted to tell Aarav.

"You see this..." During his pause, Robert rolled up his arm and showed Aarav some scars. "These are all my sacrifices for them, the elite in my organization."

Aarav felt shocked after seeing the long cuts on Robert's arm. There were stitch marks, stab wounds, and gunshot wounds in several places.

For a split second, Aarav remained dumbfounded without being able to say anything. But after hearing Robert's laughter, Aarav's consciousness returned.

"How did you get all that?" asked Aarav. "You're a thug? Inviting everyone to fight?"

Robert left his arm open, noticing his pile of scars. "I have to fight because I'm a pawn. I'm in charge of protection, but I'm also the one who makes them feel threatened."

"For what reason?"

Robert's gaze shifted to Aarav. "Because I know all their secrets, from the lightest to the heaviest level of bad secrets."

Still in a dumbfounded state, Aarav asked again, "You said you were a pawn, then-"

"How do I know their secrets?"

Aarav was silent. But his silent reaction indicated that he agreed with Robert's question. From the look on his face, Aarav implied that he wanted to know.

"By not being stupid. For example, your position... what is your position in your company? Low?"

"Office boy."

"Ah, worth taking advantage of." Robert nodded. One hand took something out of his pants pocket: a small piece, some kind of torn paper. "I'm the man's assistant, and I automatically follow him on every business trip. I know companies that do dirty business in the background, even though they have a good reputation in front of the media."

While Robert folded his arms across his chest, Aarav looked at this piece of paper. Robert's face looked different compared to now.

"That was five years ago. I've been in jail for four years, and I've been his assistant for ten years," said Robert, who seemed to understand Aarav's confusion.

"Then why didn't he help you?"

Robert snapped his fingers. "The right question, why didn't he help me when I was thrown into prison?" he asked, pretending to think for a moment.

"That's because he was the one who got me imprisoned, Aarav. Back then, there was a big deal between three major drug organizations. There was involvement of chemical companies as well as famous nightclubs."

Aarav listened to Robert's story seriously. Along with that, his annoyance with Robert began to diminish.

"Unfortunately, there is something about that big deal that I don't agree with. And the State Police Agency is already suspicious of our activities. Although we tried to find loopholes, it turned out that quite a number of police officers were disguised as members of narcotics organizations.

"Since then, our business activities have been in chaos. Ports where drug transactions take place, landing places for smuggled goods, and things like that, all went wrong. Members were arrested, most of them were insignificant pawns-lower-class people who could be controlled and used."

"And you were one of them?"

"I didn't participate in the arrest because my position was quite high. But unfortunately, since I was the most outspoken in disagreeing with something in their grand deal, they ended up fabricating my guilt."

"Wait, you said... there are three major drug organizations. Can you name any of those organizations?"

Robert was silent for a moment. His expression was suddenly doubtful. "How much are you going to pay?"

"I don't have any money," Aarav replied in a resigned tone. "I need to know the name of the organization so I can match it with the narcotics organization my company is working with."

Robert's chuckle was instantly heard. "The less you know, the safer you'll be. Find out for yourself."

"Robert... your name is Robert, right?" Aarav immediately stood up from his chair and held Robert who was about to turn around.

Aarav briefly checked the name tag on Robert's prison uniform, then said, "Please, if I'm freed later, I'll help you to get revenge. But tell me ...."

Robert gave Aarav a lopsided smile that looked dismissive.

"If you're free?"

Before Aarav could answer, there was a sudden sound of the cell door opening. All the attention of the inmates here simultaneously shifted.

Before Aarav could answer, there was a sudden sound of the cell door opening. All the attention of the inmates here simultaneously shifted.

The figure of the head warden appeared with a stern look on his face. Without a smile. The direction of his gaze was fixed on Aarav.

"Inmate number 7725, you were released today from the charge of involvement in a narcotics smuggling case. You can leave the prison cell because someone has provided accurate evidence for your freedom."

Suddenly Aarav glared in disbelief and surprise. So did Robert and the other four inmates. No one spoke for a few seconds so the room was silent.

"You... were released?" Robert spoke up.

Aarav shook his head, not understanding.

"Warden, I would like some time to speak with this inmate. Just for a moment," Robert said, meaning Aarav.

Fortunately, the warden agreed to Robert's request. After being given thirty seconds, Robert quickly turned Aarav's body towards him.

"Aarav, listen to me. Since you were actually released, I have something to tell you."

While occasionally looking at the head warden waiting outside the cell, Robert asked the other inmates for something. They threw a code. One of the prisoners came forward carrying a small, shabby wooden box.

"I've kept this for a long time. After you get out, find someone named Richard Diky Ornellado. He's the one with the lists of my drug organization's related companies."