The Almighty Heir's Return

Dark Cell

Brandon wasn't taken to talk to the counselor or anything like that. No, he was led straight through a door that opened into a steep and, to put it mildly, insalubrious corridor.

There were few cells there, and Brandon was thrown into one of them, brutally to the floor. If he had been less robust, he probably would have been much more injured.

"Let us now teach the illustrious, magnanimous, almighty Lord Ashford, how troublemakers are treated here." One of the guards said with contempt and he tapped his club in his hand, approaching Brandon.

He knew there was no point in complaining or yelling. And much less fight the guards. That would only make them use it as motivation to beat up and do even worse to him, in there, where no one was watching their actions.

After the shower of blows Brandon received, the men came out and left him there, bleeding.

'Chung-hee, I need to talk to him'...

That was Brandon's last thought before he passed out. When he woke up, he had no way of knowing if i