The Return Of The Heir

Chapter 5

Harry immediately recovered after half a day of being treated. Wilmandidn't wait long, now he gathered hundreds of convicts who were his men in the middle of the field. They circled 20 inmates who seemed to be shivering with fear.

“What have we done to make the prison lord angry?” asked the leader of the low-class convict gang.

“I don't know, we've only been intimidating small convicts who aren't part of the west side of the prison.”

The twenty inmates were trembling with fear, they still didn't realize what mistake they had made. Their eyeballs only realized the location of their mistake after two men came to the side of the crowd. One was the high lord of the west wing prison they had never met and the other was Harry. The prisoner they had been doting on for a long time.

“Ready, what is Harry's relationship with the leadership of the west wing prison?”

“I don't know boss, but one thing I can know. This is the end of us.”

Wilmanand Harry get folding chairs in the middle of the field. Watching the cold faces of the twenty inmates in front of him, trembling with fear.

“Show the broken glass under their feet!” Wilmanordered.

Shards of glass immediately scattered under the inmates' feet. Cold sweat was already running down their backs. Some of them have even peed their pants.

“Kneel quietly!”

The twenty inmates exchanged glances. Their legs were shaking, and even their mouths were speechless. The broken glass would become a mat for them to kneel on, if they refused to do so today could be the end of their lives. They were forced to bend their legs finally and kneel even though it felt like broken glass was getting worse, tearing their knees.

Harry smiled faintly with a cold face. He didn't know that a day like this would come to him. He never knew it felt so good when he managed to get revenge. Even though the one in front of him now was just the little mouse part of the big tiger he wanted to avenge.

“Harry, forgive us. We didn't know you were part of the west side prison convicts,” pleaded the leader of the group in a voice trembling with pain. He no longer wanted to hold back his pride. Her life is so much more important now, even if it means licking Harry's feet.

“He is not a minion, but my nephew. After this, he will be the leader of the Black Dragon,” interjected Michael, exhaling his cigarette smoke.

The twenty inmates' faces were deathly pale, their mouths gaped so wide that their bodies almost fell.

“We're sorry, I don't know Harry's true identity. We're all just mercenaries. We are not the original suspects wanting to harm Harry.”

“It doesn't matter your hands have been presumptuous to touch my nephew's body. Even breaking your arms won't be enough!”

The gang of low-class convicts, which consisted of twenty people, finally bowed their heads. If only they knew who Harry was, then they wouldn't even touch a single hair of Harry. They were even willing to become his slaves.

“Who paid you guys to trouble me in jail?” Harry asked the lowly gang leader. Harry was wearing boots so that the shards of glass would not touch the skin of his feet. The head of the gang lowered his head, he whimpered in pain after his fingers were stepped on by Harry's shoes. Shards of glass penetrated his fingers until they popped to the surface. He howled in pain, but still didn't dare to move.

“Dani, he is the one who pays you,” Hans replied.

Harry doesn't know Dani, but he is sure that Dani must be the subordinate of Lucy's father or Called. He now has powers, and it will be easy to find out who is behind Dani. Just waiting on the time until he will make that person destroyed. As a start, he wanted to start with the twenty people who were kneeling in front of him.

“Make them fight each other,” Harry ordered before leaving the field. Wilmancurled his lips, he felt proud that the nephew he had been looking for had cold blood.

The lowly gang of convicts trembled even more, around the ground there were so many pieces of glass. Fighting on top of the shards was like telling them to die a slow and tormented death. Having no other choice, they continued to fight fiercely with each other with torn wounds all over their bodies. Who knows how many shards had sunk into their skin, they even felt the blood on their bodies almost dry up after seeing the flood of blood beneath their feet.

The day after the incident, a fire broke out in one of the detention rooms. Three charred men with bodies destroyed and almost reduced to ashes. They were identified as Harry, Michael, and Abel, who were Michael's confidants. The big news reached the ears of Rick and Lucy's father. They celebrate Harry's death with Lucy and Rick's engagement party.

While Rick felt like he was in heaven, Lucy was quite the opposite. The ring on her finger felt so hot. This morning he had just gone to Harry's funeral secretly and only found Berta, who was the mother of the orphanage where Angeline and Harry had grown up.

“Poor Harry, he must be slandered. I have loved him since childhood to the point where he could voluntarily surrender his body to Harry without any coercion. There was something strange about this case from the start, but I'm just an old woman who won't be listened to. Even the lawyer working on Harry's case doesn't care about me.”

Lucy continued to be bothered by Mrs. Berta's words, without realizing that a speck of doubt had begun to appear in her heart. He remembered Harry was a man with dignity and never touched him even though he was his lover for more than six months. It's just that he felt disappointed because all the evidence pointed to Harry as the perpetrator of Angeline's rape.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the ocean, the three people who have just turned to ashes are now enjoying freedom by sailing to other countries using their private yachts.

“I will return with deadly annihilation to avenge Angeline's death.”

“You can do it right now, I can help you.”

“No, uncle, let them fly high first. I will come back for their terrible fall.”

After passing two days of traveling with a private yacht. Harry gets to a private island owned by a father he has never met. There is strict security on every side of the island, apart from the pier this private island also has a helipad on the roof of its house.

“All this splendor will be yours!” said Michael, tapping Harry on the shoulder.