Winner Takes All

"FUCK!"

Nashatov shouted a hideous curse.

In this prison, he was the boss.

Such words had always been shouted to others by him.

And now a newcomer had provoked and questioned his authority.

In an instant.

Like a tiger out of its cage, Nashatov rushed directly towards Jack in a rage.

Bang!

This sudden assault had caused a powerful impact.

It instantly sent Jack flying and hitting the cell wall hard.

Rumble!

There was shouting and screaming in the prison area.

"Nashatov, are you a damn girl? That didn't kill him?"

"My goodness, looks like Nashtov met an arrogant prick. Be careful Nashtov, don't lose your title of the bloodthirsty fierce wolf!"

"Kill him, Nashtov, beat him till death!"

There were cheers, chants and banter filling the air.

The whole prison was abuzz as if it was a party.

With his first blow, Nashtov was hyped and battle-hardened. He raised both fists in triumph, moving in front of the cell door and erupted a beastly roar.

Jack's expression was cold, and his eyes were filled with battle spirit.

He raised his hand and wiped the blood off at the corner of his mouth.

The evil cold smile, however, was even more apparent.

The law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest?

He remembered Demeter's reminder. The laws of survival were simple, either others consume you or you consume others, and Jack wanted the latter.

Brent's strenuous training had long made his physical strength and fighting skills far superior to ordinary people.

If he had followed this law of survival, Jack wouldn't have been afraid at all.

Jack took a deep breath.

Jack slowly arched his back and raised his hands. His left palm in front and his right fist close to him.

And his right foot was backed up against the wall.

Nashatov, who was roaring with glee, suddenly stopped.

He turned around and looked at Jack.

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

In the meantime.

At the entrance of the prison area.

Demeter and the police squad hadn't left.

They were watching the rapturous prison area.

Demeter's brows were knitted tightly, feeling helpless, "I thought you were a man of patience, but I didn't expect you to be impulsive and irritable. Pre-emptive action is indeed advantageous, but without knowing your opponent, it's just like a suicide."

"Demeter, Nashatov was one of the strongest god of war back in the days, that new guy is dead." A member of the squad laughed.

In black hell, no one cared if someone died.

Life here was worthless.

When one stepped into this prison of forsaken, his life was also abandoned.

"Sigh..."

Demeter sighed, the strength of Nashatov was evident to him.

He had even foreseen the scene of Jack's tragic death.

With a sigh, Demeter slowly looked towards the cell where Jack was.

From his angle, he could clearly see Jack inside the cell.

"Huh! This is..."

Demeter's pupils contracted as from what he saw he was in disbelief.

And inside the cell.

Nashatov suddenly let out an explosive roar and, like a wild bear, he blatantly charged towards Jack. Nashatov's colossal fist, striking with a terrifying strong wind, came blasting directly towards Jack.

In a flash, Jack slammed his right foot against the wall, using it to push himself to dodge.

Wham!

Nashatov's fist left a crater in the wall, and brick chips slid off.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

But Nashatov was too fast when Jack was dodging, his right fist swung towards Jack.

One was dodging, the other was attacking.

Jack was also fast, prancing and dodging. He narrowly avoided every Nashatov's attack.

And Nashatov was like a raging bear, swung his fists and feet and attacked with lightning speed. Such a brawl had enraged all of the prisoners in the cell area.

"Fight! Are you a man, you little prick."

"Oh my God! Why are you guys fighting like that? That little prick only knows how to dodge?"

"Come on Nashatov! Kill him in one blow. Why are you letting him go on like that?"

The roar of the prisoner.

Had thoroughly enraged Nashatov.

Once he was the best god of war. The man who was invincible and whose hands were stained with blood.

Now, in a small prison cell, he couldn't even kill a newcomer!

"Die!"

With a sudden roar, Nashatov's tall body lunged forward, muscles gnarled and graved in his right arm, building up all his strength to deliver his most potent punch.

It even made an ear-splitting humming sound as he blasted his punch towards Jack.

This one punch was enough to kill Jack!

In a flash.

The whole prison area went quiet.

All eyes were on them and eagerly awaiting what would happen.

And Jack's pupils shrunk.

Like a hawk, Jack focused on the oncoming fist.

Just moments before it would hit Jack's face.

Jack's body sprung into action and dove down, just enough to dodge Nashatov's jab.

And then.

Thump!

A jab landed to Nashatov's lower parts.

The punch was powerful.

It was a one-hit knockout.

"Ah!"

Nashatov's body trembled and gave a painful roar. He quickly covered his lower parts, and his face went pale as he fell to the ground, unable to move.

Silence.

The whole prison area was silent.

Nashatov's painful screams, was like wailing of a dying animal, sent chills down everyone's spine.

All the prisoners were dumbfounded.

No one expected that the battle would be decided in an instant.

And the winner was the newcomer!

Jack slowly got up and planted his foot on Nashatov's chest.

A cold voice came from Jack's mouth, "Submit or die?"

"I, I submit..."

Nashatov's face was ashen. He was frightened and shocked as he replied in a panic.

Jack knew that killing someone in black hell had no consequences.

At least, he never got any punishment from the ones he killed before.

Jack smiled.

Raising his head, he swept over the four remaining prisoners.

He asked in an overbearing and arrogant manner, "Submit or die?"

Ba-dam!

All four prisoners were on their knees at the same time.

They followed and worshipped Nashatov.

But now even Nashatov chose to submit himself, as his followers, they didn't have a choice.

With that, Jack walked up to the cell door.

He stretched his back, feeling unassailable.

His eyes swept over the dazed prisoners in each cell.

With extreme bravado, he said, "I welcome any challengers, I wouldn't mind beating all of you to death!"

Jack's words instantly caused dumbfounded prisoners to be too furious.

In an instant, angry roars and cries echoed throughout the prison area.

The whole prison area was like a colosseum where wild beasts gathered.

"Whew..." Demeter exhaled heavily, "He got some strength."

In the meantime.

Amber was still confused, and her thoughts were in turmoil, for the past two days since her return.

The last night of Haya was always in the back of her mind.

The unsettling feeling and wasn't easy to have peace in her mind.

Had Jack... really changed?

Towards noon.

Amber received a WeChat message from Jack.

"Amber, are you free at noon? Shall we go and see Yael together?"

Amber hesitated for a moment before replying.

"Okay, I'll pick you up at noon."

"No need, I've bought a car, I'll pick you up at EnRich building materials company."

Looking at his reply, Amber's eyes shone.

Had this stingy landlord finally given in on buying a car?

When she first came back, she was the one who went and bought a Porsche 911 to get out of the rain. Even though Jack at that time was already wealthy.

Although Jack kept saying that he would purchase a new car.

Yet every time he drove Mr. Ward's Rolls Royce or the company car?

He always talked like he would buy a car soon, but he was always using their cars.

Thinking about it, Amber asked curiously, "What kind of car did you buy?"

"Bugatti Veyron, not that expensive though."

This reply caused Amber's pupils to contract and gave a deep frown.