The Return Of The Heir

Chapter 4

"We would like to inform you that a female patient named Angeline passed away this afternoon."

"No way," Harry muttered, the phone slipping from his hand. His body trembled and became limp as if all the bones had been ripped out of him. She fell to the floor, her face was red and tears started to flood her eyes. He had been through all the torment for nearly ten months but all these wounds meant nothing more than the pain of hearing about Angeline's death.

“I will go out and take revenge on all of you!”

Harry clenched his fists, he began to manage his unsteady steps towards the west wing prison. That place was the side of the prison that no one could enter. The west side prison has its government which is not even touched by the prison officials.

There was an inmate named Wilman, he was a mafia leader who distributed drugs in this prison. Even though he was sentenced to life in prison, money allowed him to go in and out and even live in luxury in prison.

He recruited many of his men for drug dealers when they were released from prison.

"Hey kid you seem to be taking the wrong path!" said the two tall, tall guards guarding the west side of the prison entrance.

"I'm not going the wrong way, I want to meet your leader," Harry replied firmly without the slightest doubt or fear. His heart was already filled with the fire of revenge, he was not even afraid of death. Harry was only afraid that he would die slowly in this prison before revenge on the mastermind behind Angeline's rape.

"He's too busy to meet a little bug like you!"

"Tell him I'll become his slave and do whatever he says if he helps me!"

“We have no shortage of people like that,” the guard sneered.

Harry sighed, even so, he still planted his feet in front of the door gate and will not waver in the slightest.

"I'll be leaving after meeting with Wilman."

"Are you looking to die?"

Harry was not afraid in the slightest, he has often received various tortures from other prisoners. The threats meant nothing to him now, he only wanted to get out of prison and get his revenge. The only person in prison who can get himself out is Wilman.

The guard was ready to throw Harry when Wilman was out with a girl who was a hot model. He often went in and out of the detention center to serve Wilman's wishes, of course, a powerful person like Wilman could do that after silencing the prison officials with the small amount of money he had. This afternoon their intimacy session was over, Wilman intended to do a farewell kiss in front of the door when he saw a strange man making a fuss.

"What happened?" asked Wilman, glaring at Harry.

"Master Wilman please help me!" Harry knelt at Wilman's feet. He had left his pride a long time ago when the group of convicts who kept beating him never heard the words of pleas for mercy.

"What do you want?"

Harry raised his head "Get me out of prison," Harry's eyes were full of pleading as he said that.

"Do you think I'm the Judge who can acquit you? That's funny, if I could, then I wouldn't even end up here."

"Your case as a high-profile drug kingpin with a life sentence keeps you from running away from here. Your case is exposed by all the media, which means you will always end up here even though you can occasionally breathe the air of freedom outside."

Wilman raised his lipline, and his dark face brightened.

"You are quite clever. Come in, I haven't played with human lives in a long time. If I am satisfied with your performance in pleasing me. Then I will fulfill your wish!"

"Honey, can I come to see the show?" asked Raine, the sexy model who was clinging to Wilman's body. He deliberately seduced Wilman by bringing his mouth near the man's ear.

"No, you will have trouble sleeping if you see it. Go home, next time I will invite you to play again." Wilman patted Raine's buttocks then let the girl go with his bodyguards.

Harry immediately stood up and followed Wilman into the west side of the prison. Once inside, this building looks nothing like part of a prison. This is an elongated building, and at the beginning is a gambling hall. There were a few of Wilman's men on guard there, usually, this place was a gambling den for convicts with a backdrop behind a rich or even former corrupt official.

In the center is a large hall, where Wilman used to perform. Meanwhile, in the next section, Wilman's private room is spacious and luxurious with facilities like the presidential suite of a 5-star hotel.

There are also many hidden rooms that only certain people can enter. Included among the hidden rooms were a drug packaging and manufacturing room.

"Wait here!" Wilman said as soon as they reached the living room for the show.

"Prepare a big aquarium filled with water! I want to start the show," Wilman ordered to his men.

Realizing that there would be a show that had high adrenaline, those who were busy gambling dispersed themselves and gathered in the performance hall.

"What should I do?" Harry asked Wilman next to him. He hid the anxiety that was inside him. Trying to support his shaking knees.

"Don't you want to get out of prison? Give me a good show. Then I'll get you out as easy as a mouse getting in and out of prison."

The aquarium, more than six meters wide and almost two meters high, was soon filled to the brim with water. Harry's cold sweat was pouring profusely from behind his back.

"If you are afraid, you can back off now."

Harry was scared, he knew he would be put in an aquarium and who knows what game Wilman had planned. It certainly wasn't easy for him, but remembering Angeline's death and also the peaceful life of the perpetrators made Harry harden his heart again.

It doesn't matter, as long as I can get out of this prison I can even pass through the sea of ​​fire.

Harry opened his clothes, and his body covered in wounds was immediately exposed. Seeing the traces of destruction on Harry  Wilman's body frowned. Not long after Harry was almost ready, he received a pile of documents about Harry's data and also the reason he was in prison.

"Do you want revenge for this woman's death?" asked Wilman while showing Angeline's photo.

Harry's eyes widened, and his eyes turned red. Angeline's smiles kept coming, they were childhood friends at the orphanage. I've loved Harry for a long time, but Harry loves Lucy. I then had to go through bad things just because of Harry's mistake who already loved Lucy.

“I will free you and give you a new identity. You will be declared dead in prison, but you will live as someone else outside prison. Subsequently, it's up to you to get revenge, but I need a show before giving you your freedom.”

Harry immediately stood in front of the high stool next to the aquarium.

“When you enter, you will immediately lock the lid of this pool. You have to find the key at the bottom of the pool, to open the lid,” explained one of Wilman's men.

When he saw the clear water and the clear bottom of the pool, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Finding the key wasn't difficult with the clear water, but as relief surged inside him, he saw five large buckets of live crabs begin to enter and invade the bottom of the pool.

All the spectators cheered with brightly burning eyes. Only Harry, whose face was deathly pale, as if the blood had stopped flowing through his body.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,”

It doesn't matter, it's not like I have to head to the bottom of the Mariana Trench or dive into a volcanic crater. It's just a pond with crabs, even the pincers don't hurt much compared to the torture I usually get.

After convincing himself, Harry threw himself into the pool, and the crowd cheered. They haven't seen crazy shows in a long time, they are used to seeing free fights between convicts. But seeing people drown in despair after failing to unlock is another satisfaction.

The aquarium cover began to be lowered after the lock was locked. The key was thrown into the bottom of the pool.

Harry tried to swim to the bottom and look for the key among the many crabs that were getting stressed and kept alert with their pincers. While Harry kept trying, the water in the pool kept filling up until it filled the pool. Time is running out, isn't it?

There is room to breathe. Harry must race against time.

Finally, Harry couldn't hold his breath anymore, his fingers were full of wounds from crab claws. Harry coughed and started to drink a lot of water until more water entered his lungs. His face was getting more and more desperate, but he could still see the happy faces of the audience watching the life-and-death struggle.

Oh, could this be the end of me? Then I will meet you in heaven.

Harry almost closed his eyes, but the flash of Angeline's suffering face last time made Harry aware.

No, I have to live. I will not let death come to me before I take revenge.

Harry went crazy, he kicked the aquarium as hard as he could. If he doesn't get the key, he can still get out by breaking the glass. Kick after kick he took, Wilman saw the very familiar mark on the soles of Harry's feet.

Is getting more visible every time Harry's foot sticks to the glass of the aquarium when he kicks it.

"Isn't this the mark of the dragon head?” muttered Wilman.

He remembered the mark, he had tattooed on his brother's baby leg when he was only one month old. It was a one-time tattoo tool that only the black Dragon Mafia group had, and only core members could possess it. The tattoo would then coalesce like embossed flesh, common people would think it was just a scar, but not the higher-ups of the black Dragon Mafia. It was a token to mark their supreme bloodline.

“Shit! He's my nephew, Harry. Get him out quick!” Wilman shouted desperately. He kept trying to punch the aquarium glass, Harry had disappeared from his family once, and Wilman didn't want to lose his nephew again.

He continued to punch crazily when he saw Harry starting to limp in the aquarium. Wilman's hand is bleeding, he switches using the strength of his legs. The glass starts to crack, and thanks to Wilman's men, the thick glass of the aquarium finally shatters. Water pooled all over the room, and Harry slumped on the cold floor. Wilman hugged Harry and roared.

“Call my private doctor quickly!”

“You have to live, Harry, remember that you have to get revenge. I will help you send all your enemies to hell.”

Wilman was crying with a desperate face, all the audience started to be dumbfounded. This was the first time they saw the cold-blooded Wilman being so emotional about the life of a young man that he was about to lead to death.

Harry woke up with Wilman beside him, he has now been transferred to the clinic on the west side of the prison.

“Does this mean I'm still alive” Harry muttered as he looked up at not the sky but the rooftops.

Still alive. I'm sorry uncle recognized you late.” I already.

Wilman took Harry's hand, stroking it gently as if it were a precious treasure he had just found.

“Uncle?” Harry's face was full of questions when he heard that the ruler of the west side of the prison had now turned into his uncle.

“Yes, I am your uncle, you are the son of my brother who was kidnapped by the black wolf mafia a long time. We have been looking for you for a long time, but have lost track.”

Harry frowned, as far as he knew, he was an orphan who had been abandoned by his parents in front of the orphanage. At the orphanage, he knew Angeline and grew up there without anyone willing to adopt them.

Wilman tells the early story of little Harry, known as Harry, who can disappear from his family. Harry was only three months old when the war between the Black Dragon and Blac Wolf Mafia groups broke out. It all started because Wilman cut into the hands of one of the leaders there. Chaos ensued because they implemented cunning guerrilla tactics. They managed to bring little Harry, who is the son of Ethan, the supreme leader of the Black Dragon Mafia group. Ethan retaliated for this by kidnapping a baby girl from the leader of the Black Wolf and even selling her to a child trafficking syndicate.

“Starting today, I will finally be able to live in peace without guilt,” Wilman said as he grabbed Harry's fingers back