Enraged by Romeo's audacious act, the brute's face contorted with fury, his fists clenching as he rose from the wreckage of the overturned table. His lackeys, fueled by a mix of anger and humiliation, surged forward, their movements a chaotic blur of violence and desperation.One lackey, his face twisted into a snarl, lunged towards Romeo with a primal roar, his fists aimed at Romeo's head with the intent to deliver a punishing blow. But Romeo, fueled by adrenaline and instinct, sidestepped the attack with lightning reflexes, his body moving with the fluidity of a dancer.In one swift motion, Romeo seized the lackey's outstretched arm, twisting it with expert precision until a sickening crack echoed through the room. The lackey cried out in agony, his hand now dangling limply at his side as he crumpled to the ground, clutching his dislocated limb in agony.Meanwhile, another lackey, emboldened by his companion's failed assault, rushed towards Romeo with a flurry of punches and kick
Inside the confines of the prison walls, surrounded by the echoes of his own violent outburst, Romeo felt the weight of his guilt pressing down on him. He couldn't shake the image of the lackey's lifeless body, the result of his own uncontrollable anger.The knowledge that he had let his emotions get the better of him filled him with shame. He had always prided himself on his self-control, but in that moment of chaos, he had lost all sense of restraint.As he was escorted to his cell, the reality of his actions hung over him like a dark cloud. He couldn't escape the truth of what he had done, and the remorse gnawed at him with each passing moment.Suddenly, Inspector Bachmann burst into the office. "What is this? Why did you guys call me back?" His voice was sharp with urgency and confusion.The officer in custody whispered in Inspector Bachmann's ear, "He killed someone. An inmate.""How…how did it happen?" Extreme shock was etched on Inspector Bachmann's face."It probably must ha
Three days later, Romeo found himself fully dressed in the orange prison overalls, spending time with Stanley. "Your wounds are gradually healing up," Romeo observed, examining Stanley's battered face."Yes, I am glad my condition is getting better. What about you? I heard that you are to appear in court for killing one of Leo's lackeys. I hope nothing would happen to you?" Stanley inquired with concern.Romeo remained silent for a moment before replying, "I'm holding up.""What do you mean by you are holding up?" Stanley looked confused."So, when are you getting your new glasses?" Romeo asked, noticing Stanley's lack of eyewear."I don't know. The doctor didn't specify when I would get new glasses," Stanley replied with a hint of frustration.After a moment's thought, Romeo broached a sensitive topic. "Stanley, that reminds me, why are you in jail? I mean, you look really innocent to me."Stanley heaved a sigh. "It's complicated.""Do you want to share it or not?""It was during pr
Suddenly, the mysterious man took out his dark sunshades and spread out his coat to make his mouth visible, it was only then that Romeo recognized him."Thompson, what are you doing here?""Come on my prince, did you ever think that we would let you die as easy as this?""Hmmm, that is sweet of you. How did you find me?""Joseph Schultz sent word to us.""And how many of you are here?""A hundred!"Romeo's eyes widened in astonishment as Lt. General Thompson's revelation sank in. About a hundred soldiers, loyal to his cause, were lurking in the shadows, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. The magnitude of their commitment left Romeo speechless, a mixture of disbelief and gratitude flooding his senses."That's... incredible," Romeo stammered, struggling to comprehend the sheer scale of the operation orchestrated to ensure his safety.Lt. General Thompson's eyes gleamed with determination, his posture exuding readiness for any command from his prince. "Yes, my prince. We
As Romeo's mind raced with questions and uncertainties, the courtroom fell silent as the judge, a stern-looking man with a commanding presence, entered the room.The judge, a matured man of about sixty years old, exuded an air of authority as he entered the courtroom. Clad in a flowing black robe that billowed behind him, he moved with purpose, his steps echoing in the hushed chamber. With a steady gaze and an unwavering demeanor, he commanded respect from all who beheld him.Upon his presence, everyone in the courtroom stood up as a form of respect and solidarity to the judge.Upon reaching the raised platform, the judge ascended the steps with measured strides, each movement deliberate and assured. As he reached the high-backed chair at the center of the room, he paused, casting a penetrating glance over the assembled crowd. With a slight nod, he settled into his seat, the weight of his presence filling the room and setting the tone for the proceedings to come."Order in the cou
"Thank you, Mr. Smith," the judge interjected, his voice was firm yet impartial. "And now, Miss Blackwood, it is time for your closing argument. Please proceed."Miss Blackwood rose once again, her posture poised and confident. She glanced briefly at Romeo, offering him a reassuring nod before turning her attention back to the jury."Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," she began, her voice was steady, "you have seen and heard the evidence presented in this case. You have seen the circumstances that led to the tragic events of that day. Now, it is time to consider what truly matters—justice."She walked to the center of the courtroom, her gaze sweeping over the jurors. "The prosecution would have you believe that Mr. Stewart is a criminal, but nothing could be further from the truth. He is a man who found himself in a life-threatening situation and acted to protect himself. Isn't that what any of us would do in such circumstances?"Miss Blackwood paused, allowing her words to sink in. "
The next day, Romeo found himself in the familiar surroundings of the prison gym, seeking solace and distraction in the rhythmic clang of weights and the burn of exertion. The fact that he was still within the prison walls with no hope of being set free caused him to be frustrated and confused.Why was it taking so long for him to be set free?The fact that the results for the autopsy had not yet been presented to guarantee his freedom weighed down on him. Coupled with that, Romeo was also devastated at the fact that Anna had not reached out to him during this time of peril.He would have been able to set himself free from this prison alright, but that would have been risky, as he believed that any irregular scenerio here at the prison that led to his release, would raise suspicions concerning his identity.However with each rep, he pushed himself to the limit, channeling his frustration and confusion into raw physical strength.The iron bars of the weight rack groaned under the str
"Stop. I don't care about how much Mr Joseph is going to pay you anymore." Romeo halted the inspector's speech.Inspector Bachmann was stunned by Romeo's sudden disinterest. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. Romeo's abrupt shift in focus left him bewildered, unable to comprehend Romeo's change in attitude."I can't deny the fact that I am surprised that you no longer want to know about how much I would cash…""Yeah, you can keep the information about the cash to your stupid old selfish self." Said Romeo."But what I want to get from you, is your word.""What word?" Inspector Bachmann looked confused.Romeo leaned closer towards the inspector and said. "I want you to promise me that you are going to give everything you've got to see to it that those involved are brought to justice, and when I mean everything you've got, I mean a hundred and twenty percent. Agreed?"Inspector Bachmann stared at Romeo in disbelief, his mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. The no