Zero to the Greatest and Richest

Chapter 102

When I reached the police station, they didn't say a word; they just threw me into an empty cell.

Despite having the power to walk out, I chose to stay and see what they really wanted. People often get careless when they think they have the upper hand.

After two hours in the cell, my patience paid off. Mikhail appeared; his eyes gleaming with malice as he looked at me.

"How is this jail for you?" he sneered. His perfume filling the cell.

"Quite comfortable," I replied.

"Don't worry, later I'll add ten more people here to make you feel even more at home," he laughed heartily.

"What do you want?" I asked, tension rising in the air.

"What I want?" Mikhail gestured for the officer to open the iron door, and then he stormed in to punch me in the face and stomach.

I took the blows deliberately, using my inner energy to shield my organs. It still hurt, but I needed it to seem real.

After about ten of his feeble punches—he obviously neglected physical training, preferring women and alcohol—I