The Prison Dragon: Unrivaled Medical God

The Supreme Black Card

Location: Hospital General Clinic River City

Grinning at the ceiling, David Miller was lying on his hospital bed imagining rabbits in the dark cell, being beaten by guards.

"That trash," David chuckled, reaching for his water with his good hand. "By now, Griggs has probably thrown him into solitary confinement. I win."

Bang!

The door to the VIP room simply flew off its hinges.

David jolted, spilling water all over himself. "Who is it? I told the nurses not to disturb—"

Captain Griggs stormed in without a smile. He was sweating, and his eyes widened with terrible desperation. Behind him, four officers stampeded in with their black batons drawn.

"Griggs?" David frowned. "Why are you here? Did you arrest him? Did you break his legs like I asked?"

Without answering him, Griggs walked straight to the bed. He grabbed David by the collar of his hospital gown and yanked him down to the floor.

Thud.

"Ow! My arm! My leg!" David screamed, writhing on the cold tiles. "Griggs! Are you crazy? I'm David Miller! I pay you!"

"You paid me to commit treason!" roared Griggs, kicking David in the ribs. "You told me he was a convict! You didn't tell me he was a Supreme Commander!"

"Commander?" David wheezed. "What are you talking about?"

"Shut up!" Griggs pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Click. He locked them onto David's good wrist and dragged him toward the door. "David Miller, you are under arrest for bribery, falsifying evidence, and conspiracy against a high-ranking military officer!"

"No! Mom! Call my mom!" David howled like a slaughtered pig. "You can't do this! I have a broken leg!"

"Keep screamin'," Griggs grunted, still dragging David down the long hallway while nurses stood stunned and gaping. "And if you resist, I have orders to break the other one."

Location: The Royal Plaza, River City.

While David was dragged to hell, I was taking my wife to heaven.

The Royal Plaza was where really ultra-rich people played. Marble floorings were golden pillars with the scent of money in the air.

I walked in with Sarah. I wore my fine-tailored suit that made me look like a king. Sarah, though, was still in her shabby cotton dress and cheap canvas shoes from the slums. She kept her head down, shrinking away from the judging stares of the rich shoppers.

"Ethan," she whispered, clutching my arm. "Everyone is looking. I don't belong here."

"You are the wife of the Dragon King," I said. "You own this city. They are just renting space." I led her toward the most expensive shop in the plaza: L'Amour Boutique.

We walked in. The shop was quiet, with evening gowns priced higher than a house.

Three sales assistants stood by the counter, chatting. They saw me and smiled. They saw Sarah, and their smiles vanished.

"May I help you?" A salesgirl with heavy makeup introduced herself as Jessica and didn't let a greeting through. She looked Sarah up and down with open disgust.

"My wife needs clothes," I said. "Show us the new collection."

Jessica let out an indelicate snort. "Sir, the new collection starts at ten thousand dollars. The charity shop is two blocks down. Maybe try there?"

Sarah flinched. That was an open-cut gash of five years' poverty. "Ethan, let's go. She's right."

"Oh my god! Is that... Sarah?"

A shrill voice cut through the air.

An extra young woman stood at the exit of the fitting room, clad in glimmering sequins and carrying a Louis Vuitton bag, while clinging tightly onto the arm of a skinny but evidently rich-looking man.

Sarah froze. "Tiffany?"

Tiffany was Sarah's college roommate. But when Sarah fell into poverty, she was the first to mock her and blank her number.

"It is you!" Tiffany laughed, walking over, circling around Sarah like a vulture. "Wow. Look at you; you look like a beggar. I heard you married a convict? Is this him?"

Tiffany found a polished fingertip to point at me.

"He looks decent," Tiffany sneered. "Did he steal that suit? Or is it a rental?"

Her boyfriend laughed. "Babe, don't talk to the trash. You might catch a disease."

Jessica, the salesgirl, smiled to herself. She recognized Tiffany-a VIP customer.

"Miss Tiffany, I’m so sorry these people are bothering you," Jessica said, glaring at us. "I was just asking them to leave."

"I want that dress," I said suddenly, pointing to the red gown Tiffany was wearing.

Tiffany blinked. Then she threw her head back and cackled. "This? You want this? This is a limited edition Milan import! It costs $20,000! Do you even have twenty dollars?"

"Take it off," I said coldly. "It looks cheap on you."

"You!" Tiffany flushed with color. "How dare you! Jessica, throw them out! Call security!"

"Sir, leave now!" Jessica shouted, waving for help on her radio. "Or I will have you arrested for trespassing!"

I wouldn't budge. Instead, I reached into my inner pocket.

I didn't pull out a weapon. I pulled out a card.

It wasn't black but was Black Gold, with a diamond chip embedded in the center. The Dragon Sovereign card. There were only five of these in the world. Unlimited limit.

I held it up between my two fingers.

"I want to see the manager."

Jessica laughed. "A black card? Anyone can buy a sticker online to make their debit card look cool. Get out!"

"What is going on here?"

A middle-aged man in a sharp suit rushed out from the back office. This was the Store Manager. He looked annoyed at the commotion, but when his eyes landed on the card in my hand, he froze.

Not just freeze. He halted his primal functions.

He recognized the Diamond Chip. He recognized the Dragon Emblem.

The Manager shoved Jessica aside so hard she stumbled into a rack of clothes. Then he rushed toward me, bowing at a ninety-degree angle.

"M-My Lord!" The Manager stuttered, droplets of perspiration pouring down the sides of his forehead. "I hadn't known of a V.V.I.P. in our midst! Please, forgive my staff!"

The entire room went stone cold. Tiffany stood aghast. Jessica's eyes showed signs of confusion.

"Manager?" Jessica whined. "Why are you bowing to him? He's just a convict!"

"Shut up!" The Manager screamed at her. "Do you want to get us all killed? This is the Sovereign Card!"

He turned to me, trembling. "Sir, how can I be of service to you? Do you wish the red dress? I'll have it stripped off this woman immediately!"

Tiffany had wrapped her arms around the dress, terrified.

I surveyed the store, flowing with dresses in every direction. Then I looked at Jessica, who now seemed to tremble from fear.

"I'm not interested in the dress," I said calmly.

"Then...what would Sir like?"

I tapped the card against the glass countertop. Click. Click.

"Swipe this," I said. "I'm buying the store."

"The...the store?" The Manager measured. "Sir, this creates...the inventory alone is worth five million...the real estate is another ten..."

"Did I ask for your price quotation?" I queried, my eyes glowing a gilded hue.

"N-No! No, sir!" The Manager scrambled toward the card machine. "Swiping now!"

BEEP.

[Transaction Approved: 15,000,000.00]

The receipt printed out, whilst the Manager handed it over to me with both hands, almost shaking.

"Congratulations, Boss," the Manager whispered. "You are now the owner of L'Amour Boutique."

I took the receipt. I turned to Jessica.

"You said my wife belongs in a charity shop?"

Jessica was pale. She was shaking. "Sir... Boss... I didn't know... I was just..."

"You're fired, and you are blacklisted from the entire retail industry in River City," I replied. "If I see you working at a hot dog stand, I'm going to buy the stand and fire you again."

"No! Please!" Jessica fell to her knees and cried. "I have rent to pay!"

"Security!" I called out.

The mall security guards rushed in.

"Throw her out," I ordered. I pointed at Tiffany and her boyfriend. "And throw them out too. They are polluting the air in my shop."

"Hey! You can't do that!" Tiffany screamed as a guard grabbed her arm. "I'm a VIP! My father is—"

"I don't care who your father is," I said, walking past her to the racks. "Get out."

The guards dragged the screaming trio out of the store.

And silence again.

I turned towards Sarah, whose eyes were wide while gleaming with tears in the corners. Not tears of sorrow; validation.

I gestured toward the thousands of racks lined with luxury dresses.

"Pick anything you like," I said gently. "If you cannot decide...we'll buy them all."