The Prison Dragon: Unrivaled Medical God

The Dragon Sends His Regards

They are to report to River City General Hospital, V.I.P. Ward.

The disinfectant was very heavy in the atmosphere.

David Miller lay bedridden, right hand in heavy plaster cast, but sweat was drenching his little body with pain, yet on the feverish expectant eyes of the boy.

Next to him, Martha Miller peeled an apple with a small knife.

"And I just got a text," said Martha venomously from their company. "Don't worry, sweetie—the Black Tiger Gang has entered the Villa. Fifty men. Iron Tiger is personally leading them all."

He grinned and the grin took more the form of a grimace. "Good. Good! I want Ethan crippled. No, I want him dead! I want him head on a platter!"

"He will be." Babes soothed him. "Iron Tiger is a monster. No one survives him. By sunrise, Ethan will be history, and then we can take that slut Sarah and sell her to underground brothels to make for our lost stock value."

Bang!

The door of the V.I.P. room sprang open.

David and Martha craned their necks waiting for a doctor.

Instead, in came this giant, bloodied, hollow figure. It was Iron Tiger. His right arm was dangling about like a rag beside him, his face huge and swollen like a purple watermelon. And behind him limped two of his lieutenants looking as though they had just been run over by a truck.

"Mr Tiger!" David sat up, glancing round and wincing. "You're back! Did you do it? Is Ethan dead?"

Martha jumped mainly to her feet while clapping her hands. "Wonderful! I knew you could do it! I'll transfer the remaining payment right n—"

"Shut up," Iron Tiger growled.

Martha froze. "Excuse me?"

Iron Tiger limped forward. He looked terrifying-like a wounded bear. He didn't look at Martha. He looked straight at David.

You didn't tell me," Iron Tiger whispered and his voice trembled with suppressed rage. "You didn't tell me he was a monster."

"What?" David blinked in confusion. "What are you talking about? He's just a convict!"

"He destroyed fifty of my men in three minutes; he broke my arm with one punch. One punch!" Iron Tiger spat blood onto the pristine hospital floor.

David's face went pale. "Impossible... that's impossible..."

Iron Tiger walked to the side of the bed and lifted a metal IV drip stand, heavy and heavy, from the corner of the room.

"A message?" David looked at the metal pole, then at the look in Iron Tiger's eyes, more fear-cold, primal fear-gripped his heart. "Wait... Mr. Tiger... what are you doing?"

"He said..." Iron Tiger raised the metal pole high above his head. "'To give you a gift.'"

"No! No! Mom, stop him!" David shrieked, scrambling backward against the pillows.

"Security!" Martha screamed, lunging forward.

One of the lieutenants shoved Martha back onto the sofa.

"This is for the Dragon King!" Iron Tiger roared.

WHAM!

He swung the metal pole down with all his remaining strength.

CRACK!

It connected squarely with David's left leg-the healthy one.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

David's human scream rent through the hospital ward and sent patients across three floors awake.

"My leg! My leg!" David convulsed on the bed, foaming at the mouth.

Iron Tiger dropped the bent metal pole. He looked at the sobbing Martha.

"Tell your son," Iron Tiger panted, clutching his broken shoulder, "If he touches Sarah again... next time, it won't be a leg. It will be his head."

Iron Tiger turned and stomped out of the room. Behind him, he left a scene of sheer chaos.

Location: Sky Garden Villa, The Study.

While David screamed hell, I celebrated sipping Earl Grey tea in heaven.

The sun was rising over River City, gilding the skyline with a golden hue. I was seated in the master study of my villa, where the walls were lined with mahogany bookshelves.

Viper stood by the door, silent as a shadow.

I picked up the secure satellite phone placed on the table. It didn't work on local cellular networks. Instead, it was attached to a private server located deep in the Swiss Alps.

I punched in a number.

Ring. Ring.

"Director," said a respectful voice after breaking the silence. "We have been waiting for your call."

This was Magnus, known in the financial world as the God of Coin. He managed assets for the Dragon Temple—which are in excess of the GDP of most small countries. He was my Seventh Disciple.

Magnus, I said calmly, I want you to go shopping.

"Certainly, Master. Are we purchasing an island? A country?"

"Something smaller," I said, looking at the skyline. "The Miller Corporation in River City."

"The Miller Corp?" Now Magnus sounded puzzled. "Master, I'm looking at their financials right now. It's a rubbish company. Low liquidity, high debt, and plummeting stock. Not worthy of your attention."

"It has sentimental value." Coldly. "They offended me."

Instantly Magnus's tone changed. Sharply. Predatory. "I see. What is your plan? Hostile takeover? Asset freeze?"

"Complete annihilation," I ordered. "Fifty-one percent of the shares should be procured by lunchtime. I demand the ousting of the board of directors, as well as the cessation of any thought in the minds of the Miller family that they own the company any longer."

"Understood. Money shall be loosed. By the stroke of twelve, the Miller Corporation will be the sole property of the Dragon King."

"Good."

I disconnected.

I stood up and walked toward the window. Sarah was still asleep upstairs. Today was going to be a busy day.

"Viper."

"My Lord."

"Bring the car around. We're heading to the Miller Corporation Headquarters."

Viper blinked. "Sir? You want to go there personally? Why not just wait for the acquisition?"

I straightened my tie. A cruel smile flattered my lips.

"Because," I said. "The Board of Directors's meeting is today. David won't be there because he is in the hospital. But Martha will be there."

''I want to see her face when she knows she's fired."''

Location: Miller Corporation HQ, Boardroom.

The environment was toxic atmosphere.

Twelve directors surrounded the long oak table, screaming against one another. The stock graphs on the screen were all red lines plunging downward.

A director bellowed, "We lost 40% in one night! The Grand Sky deal is dead! We are dead!"

Quiet Martha Miller slammed her hand on the table. She looked wrecked; her eyes were puffy from crying, but she had forced herself to come here to save the company.

"We are not ruined!" Martha was lying through her teeth. "I have... I have connections! I am calling the bank right now to secure an emergency loan!"

"The bank won't pick up your calls, Martha!" another director yelled. "We need to sell! We need to liquidate before the stock hits zero!"

"We will not sell!" Martha screeched. "This company belongs to my family! My son David is the CEO! We will never sell!"

Bang!

The heavy double doors of the boardroom were kicked open.

The room fell silent. All gazes turned.

I walked in wearing a black bespoke suit, acquired this morning by Viper. It fit like a glove, highlighting my broad shoulders. Following me was Viper, carrying a briefcase.

"Who are you?" someone asked. "Security! How did you get in?"

Martha's eyes widened. She stood up, throwing her chair backward.

"Ethan?!"

It sent waves.

There was shock. "Ethan?" "The convict?" "The one who ruined the wedding?"

Martha's face turned purple. "You! You murderer! You crippled my son! You dare show your face here? I am calling the police right now!"

With that, she reached for her phone.

"Go ahead," I said, pulling out a chair at the head of the table, the Chairman's seat. I sat back comfortably, crossing my legs, "And call the police. But first, check your stock ticker."

"What?" Martha froze.

"Look at the screen," I pointed.

The directors turned to the screen.

The red line... it stopped falling. Suddenly, a massive green vertical line shot up.

"My God!" a director exclaimed. "Someone is buying! Someone is buying everything!"

"Who?" Martha screamed. "Who is buying our dump stock?"

"Look at the volume!" gasped the finance director. "10 million shares... 20 million shares... 30 million shares! It's a hostile takeover!"

Then the phone rigged in the middle of the table. It was the Stock Exchange Regulator.

Martha shakily put it on speaker. "H-Hello?"

"Mrs. Miller, The formal voice of the regulator sounded. The majority ownership of the Miller Corp has just transferred. An offshore entity called Dragon Capital has acquired 51% of the voting shares."

"Dragon Capital?" Martha whispered. She gazed at me.

I smiled.

"That would be me," I said.

The room erupted.

Martha screamed: "Impossible! You are a beggar! You have no money! How could you buy 51% of my company?"

I said, "Viper."

Viper stepped forward. He opened the briefcase, took out a single document, and slid it down the long table. It stopped perfectly in front of Martha.

That was the Transfer of Ownership Deed. Signed, sealed, and stamped.

I leaned forward, my eyes glowing with that terrifying golden light.

"You said this company belongs to your family?"

I tapped on the table.

"Get out of my chair. You're fired."