The Prison Dragon: Unrivaled Medical God

The General’s Star

I sat in the private garden of the Sky Garden Villa. The air was fresh, smelling of pine and expensive landscaping.

Sarah sat directly opposite me with slightly trembling hands as she pushed a heavy wooden box across the stone table.

"A visitor came while you were at the company," Sarah whispered. "An old man. He said his name was Elder Mo. He said... he said your last name isn't Wright. He said it's 'Yeager'."

My hand hesitated mid-air, poised over the teacup.

Yeager.

That name hit me like a blow in the gut. Five years ago, while at the very depths of Cell 99, my Master-the Old Monster-would look at my bone structure with some confirmation that his insanity was manic. "Boy," he gurgled, "you have the blood of the War Gods! No wonder you survived my training. You are a dragon cub lost in a flock of sheep."

I inspected the box. It was made of Black Dragon Wood-a timber so incredibly rare that it was illegal for commoners to own it. It could only be found in the forbidden valleys of the Imperial Capital.

I stretched out a hand to open the cover.

Click.

Inside lay a seal carved from pristine white mutton-fat jade that depicted a roaring tiger descending a mountain. On the base, four ancient characters were engraved as crimson:

[Yeager Family - Third Young Master]

I picked it up with a seal weighing heavily, with a hum of force running up my arm, resonating with the Qi in my dantian. This was more than just a little stone; it was a family heirloom, a key to a legacy that could shake the entire nation.

"He said they need the Dragon to return," Sarah said, watching my face closely. "Ethan... who are you? You break bones, you buy companies, and now... this?"

I slammed the box shut. The panting golden light in my eyes flickered briefly.

"I am Ethan," I said gently. "But it seems my biological parents were... complicated people."

I looked at her seriously.

"If I keep this, danger will follow. The Yeager Family has enemies in the Capital who are far worse than the Millers. Do you want me to throw it away?"

Sarah looked at the box, then at me. She saw the strength in my jaw, the calmness in my posture. She took a deep breath.

"I don't need to run away when things get complicated," she declared. "You didn't throw me away while I was living in a slum."

I smiled, an honest expression seen for the very first time, and very rare too.

"Good."

WEE-WOO! WEE-WOO!

Torn up was the divine moment. The siren screamed and tore away into the quiet hillside. Blue and red lights flickered on the walls of the garden. A convoy of six police cruisers roared up the private driveway, skidding to a halt on gravel.

Doors flew open. Twelve officers jumped out, guns drawn, aiming directly at us.

Leading them was a portly man in a captain's uniform. His face was red, sweaty, and twisted with arrogance. This was Captain Griggs, the most corrupt officer in the district, known for being the Miller family's personal attack dog.

"Ethan Wright!" Captain Griggs bellowed, marching into the garden. "Drop your hands in the air. You're under arrest!"

I didn't stand up. I didn't raise my hands. I poured another cup of tea for myself.

"What's the charge?" I asked, blowing on the steam.

"Attempted murder of David Miller! Assault on fifty citizens just last night! And he's an escaped convict!" Griggs shouted, spitting while he spoke.

"Escaped? I was released yesterday. My paperwork is all in order," I said while sipping from the cup.

"I don't care!" Griggs waved a piece of paper. "I have a warrant signed by the City Judge! David Miller says you broke his leg with a metal pole! You are a violent, dangerous fugitive! Get on the ground, now!"

Sarah stood up, terrified. "He didn't do it! We were here all night!"

"Shut up, lady!" Griggs sneered. "You're probably an accomplice. Men, cuff him! If he resists, shoot him in the head!"

Two officers approached me nervously. They had heard the rumors about the "Demon of the Villa." Their hands were shaking on their holsters.

"Captain Griggs," I said calmly. "Did Martha pay you well?"

Griggs froze. "What?"

"Five million," I guessed. "That's usually your price for fabricating a warrant."

"You're not allowed to talk to me that way!" Griggs turned purple. "I am the Law! Arrest him!"

The officers lunged forward, grabbing my arms.

I didn't resist. I didn't let them pull back my arms.

Click.

The cold steel handcuffs locked around my wrists.

"Got him!" Griggs laughed triumphantly. "Ha! You thought you were tough? You thought you could beat the Millers? Now you're going to rot in a dark cell for the rest of your life!"

I stood up slowly. I looked at the handcuffs. Then I looked at Griggs.

"Captain," I said, my voice dropping to a terrifying whisper. "If you put these cuffs on me, you will regret it. You won't just lose your badge. You will lose your life."

"Is that a threat?" Griggs said, mocking me and poking my chest with his finger. "You think you are big because you beat up some gangsters? I am the Police Chief! I can do whatever I want!"

"Viper," I called out.

From the shadows of the veranda, Viper stepped forward, holding a black folder.

"Yes milord."

"Bring up the statutes," I said.

Viper opened the folder. His voice was cold and mechanical.

"According to National Military Law, Section 1, Article 9: Any local law enforcement officer who detains a military commander of Five-Star Rank or higher without authorization from the Central Government shall be charged with Treason."

"But I am no treasonous officer," said Griggs. "Five-star rank? What are you talking about? He's a convict!"

"Viper, show him."

Viper pulled out a device-a secure military data pad and held it in front of Griggs' face.

On the screen was a profile.

[Name: Ethan Wright] [Rank: SUPREME COMMANDER] [Unit: Northern Dragon Regiment - God of War Class] [Status: ACTIVE - TOP SECRET CLEARANCE]

He stared at it for a while and blinked. Rubbing his eyes, he looked at the screen again.

It bore a seal of the digital ID made by a Golden Dragon, which was impossible to forge. It was directly linked to the Pentagon's servers.

"S-Supreme... Commander?'' stammered Griggs. The blood drained so fast from his face that he looked like a corpse.

"That's right," I said. "In prison, I didn't just peel potatoes. I was recruited into the Shadow War. I commanded the Northern Borders. I saved this country three times while you were taking bribes from David Miller."

I stepped forward. The officers holding me released me as if I were burning. They backed away, terrified.

"You just arrested the God of War," I said. "Are you aware of the penalty for Treason during peacetime?"

Griggs' knees rattled against each other. Clatter. His gun fell from his hand.

"F-Firing... squad?" he squeaked.

"Correct."

Thud.

Griggs fell to his knees. Dignity, pffft - he slammed his forehead into the dirt.

"General! General, please! I didn't know! I swear I didn't know! Martha Miller tricked me! She said you were just a thug! Please, save me! I have a family!"

One officer decidedly fell to his knees, head bowed low. He was shaking. He had pointed guns at the Supreme Commander. He was a dead man walking.

I looked down at Griggs. He was pathetic.

"Take them off," I commanded, bringing my bound wrists closer.

"YES! YES SIR!" Griggs spluttered as he stumbled to his feet and fumbled for his keys. He was so tense that it took him three goes to unlock the cuffs.

Click.

The cuffs fell to the ground.

I rubbed my wrists.

"You said Martha Miller paid you?" I asked.

"Yes! She transferred five million to my offshore account this morning! I can show you the records! I will testify!" Griggs cried desperately to save his own neck.

"What about David Miller?"

"He signed the false affidavit! He lied to the police!"

I nodded.

"Then you shall have a chance to redeem yourself, Captain."

"It has to be given to me, General!"

"Go to the hospital." I ordered coldly. "Arrest David Miller. Falsifying evidence, bribing, and treason against a military officer. Drag him to the county jail."

Griggs asked wide-eyed, "And if he resists?"

"Break his other leg," I said.

Griggs saluted as hard as he could, almost hitting himself in the head. "YES SIR! CONSIDER IT DONE!"

He turned to his men, shouting like a madman. "Move! Get in the cars! We are going to the hospital! We are going to arrest David Miller!"

The police scrambled into their cars and peeled out of the driveway, sirens wailing-this time, sounding like the bells of hell coming for David.

I watched them go.

Sarah stood there, staring at me. she directed her gaze at the police cars. Then at me. "Supreme Commander?" she whispered.

I turned to her and I didn't smile.

"I told you," I said softly. "The King is awake."