Chapter 214: Chapter 214

Adrian Desmond climbed over the wall but didn’t see Walter Klein. He called Walter, whose end of the line was noisy.

"At a bar. It’s all settled, Sixth Master. Are you still at the Johnson Family residence? Should I head over now?"

Adrian then remembered it was about Kenneth Brown and cautioned, "Make sure it’s clean. Don’t leave any loose ends!"

"I just left the Johnson Family place. Come pick me up."

"Alright, I’ll be there in about 20 minutes."

Adrian hung up, feeling great.

However, much to his astonishment, just moments after he started walking, police cars arrived. Over twenty Special Police officers aimed sniper rifles at him; several red dots, the targeting lasers from the snipers, danced over vital spots on his body.

Adrian’s good mood instantly plummeted. He truly hadn’t expected that woman to be so ruthless, so determined to see him dead.

How much did she hate him?

"Mr. Desmond, please get in the car!" said Rene Carlson, dressed in plain clothes.

"You guys got here fast," Adrian remarked, looking at Rene.

"If we’d been any later, Mr. Desmond, you’d have made your escape," Rene retorted sarcastically. Updates are released by novel·fire·net

Adrian glanced back at the Johnson Family’s wall, thinking of the woman inside, so eager to see him imprisoned. Only heartache remained.

How had they ended up ?

Once again, Adrian was handcuffed and taken to a police car.

Sienna Johnson carried Curly into her own room. Walking back into the hallway, she heard police sirens outside. "Why would there be sirens this late?" she wondered aloud.

The sirens soon faded, and Sienna paid them no more mind, returning to her room to sleep.

This time, Adrian wasn’t taken to the Police Station but directly to prison. His face was darker than the night. He had thought that by constantly showing weakness and trying to curry favor with her, she would have a change of heart. But the result...

The prison’s iron door slammed shut. Adrian had been railroaded just like that.

"Sienna Johnson, you are ruthless!"

He had assumed Sienna was behind this, never imagining that this time, she hadn’t been involved. Someone else had intervened.

The cell was small, with bunk beds, enough for four people. The toilet was at the very back, and the air was foul.

One of the occupants, a bearded man, saw the "pretty boy" enter and leered at Adrian with a vulgar smile.

"Look at this pretty boy, better looking than my wife. Haha..."

Adrian noticed an empty lower bunk beneath the bearded man and walked towards it. The bearded man spoke brazenly, "Damn, I haven’t touched a woman in ages. Now a smooth-skinned little thing shows up. Tonight, I’m gonna have myself some fun."

As the bearded man reached out, Adrian grabbed his hand, yanked him off the top bunk, and dragged him across the floor to the toilet. He shoved the man’s head into the bowl and flushed. The man struggled, but Adrian held him down firmly.

The other inmates stopped laughing, their expressions horrified as they stared at the man before them, who was like a demon.

When the bearded man stopped moving, Adrian dragged him out. The man had swallowed a considerable amount of toilet water. Adrian looked at him, his face devoid of expression, and asked coldly, "What did you say earlier? Say it again."

The bearded man, relying on his large build, clearly underestimated Adrian. Spitting out toilet water, he lunged. Adrian met him with a punch that knocked out several of his teeth.

Adrian picked up a toothbrush, snapped it, and viciously stabbed the jagged end into the man’s palm, pinning it to the wooden table. The others, having never witnessed such brutality, were utterly dumbfounded.

Adrian walked over to an empty bunk, glanced at it, and said, "I don’t like sleeping on the bottom..."

Before he could finish, a short man spoke up, "Boss, you can have my spot. I’ll switch with you."

The short man, who had been on a top bunk, jumped down, ready to switch. But Adrian said, "I want *this* bed!"

He pointed to the bunk the bearded man had just occupied. Adrian pulled the bearded man’s bedding onto the floor, then took the bedding from a lower bunk and placed it on the top one. Grasping the rails of the top bunk with both arms, he agilely flipped himself up onto it.

The bearded man was still whimpering. Adrian warned, "Shut up! I’m trying to sleep. If you dare make a sound and disturb me, I’ll slit your throat so you can never make a sound again!"

His threat effectively silenced the other three men in the cell. They had no doubt he meant what he said.

For a moment, the room was utterly silent.

When Adrian woke up, he saw the bearded man had become completely docile. Seeing Adrian, he was like a mouse encountering a cat.

Adrian didn’t want to stir up more trouble, and seeing the man had learned his lesson, he didn’t bother him further.

Even in a prison uniform, Adrian exuded a striking, formidable aura.

"Boss, what’s your name? My name is Tiger. Can I follow you from now on?" The short man from his cell was trailing behind him.

"Do you know how I can make a phone call to the outside?"

Adrian had been brought to this prison suddenly. Walter hadn’t been with him, and he didn’t know if his people had even realized he was missing yet.

"We can call home for five minutes on the 26th of each month."

Today is the 15th; the 26th is still a long way off. Does this mean I really have to experience prison life? I’m not willing to stay here that long.

"Actually, if it’s urgent, I can help you steal a cell phone."

Only then did Adrian look at the short man properly. The man had very short hair that clung to his scalp, revealing a somewhat dark, tanned face. "Hehe, I was caught stealing, that’s why I’m in here."

"If you can get me a cell phone, I promise I’ll get you out of prison."

"Boss, I can tell you’re no ordinary man. I want to follow you and make something big... Take me as your follower, please."

Adrian felt a figurative dark line cross his forehead. Does he think I’m in the underworld?

"What kind of ’big thing’ are you hoping to achieve?"

"You know, the kind that makes a lot of money..."

"Arms smuggling and drug trafficking. Those two are direct, and the money’s fast," Adrian stated.

Tiger’s eyes lit up. "Boss, are you a drug dealer?"

A muscle twitched at the corner of Adrian’s mouth. "I don’t deal drugs!"

"Then it must be arms smuggling."

"I sell arms, but I have a Business License. It’s legal."

"Boss, you’re incredible! Take me on as your follower. I want to work with you. You can count on me; I won’t let you down."

"I have no expectations of you."

Despite Adrian’s cold demeanor, Tiger wasn’t discouraged in the slightest. He continued to hover around him, asking all sorts of questions, but Adrian ignored him completely.