Dahlia Nicholson and Dustin Rhys Novel novel Chapter 751

Chapter 751 

There was a crisp clap. 

The portly man’s face became disfigured from the force. His big body instantly flew dozens of feet away, crashing heavily into the jail cell. He immediately lost consciousness. 

His nose and mouth were off-center, his face was contorted, and he had even lost a few teeth. He looked like an absolute mess. 

The others’ expressions changed when they saw the well-dressed, portly man lying on the floor like a log. “Oh no!” 

Although he wasn’t powerful, he was the warden’s actual brother-in-law. 

Hitting him was equivalent to insulting the warden. At this point, death would be a better option. 

“Young man, you’re really in trouble this time!” Cornelius looked worried. 

“You-you-you psycho! Get it in your head-we’re the Shadow Gang, not the Loony Gang!” the bald, muscular man said in dismay. 

“We’re done for. Now that you’ve hit the prison officer, we’re all going down with you!” Everyone was stricken with panic, 

They thought that they’d gotten an ordinary new member. They just didn’t expect that he was a bad luck magnet. 

Immediately after entering prison, he’d turned the whole place upside down. 

What a mess! 

“Don’t panic, everyone. I’ll take responsibility for my actions.” After that, Dustin dusted his hands. off and returned to his cell. 

“Young man, I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle the consequences of what you’ve done today!” Cornelius shook his head. 

“Do you know who the warden of Azkaban is? He’s an extremely powerful Grandmaster martial 

artist and a sadist! 

“Back then, he personally threw me into Azkaban and tortured me ruthlessly for seven days and nights! 

“In the end, he even put a lock in my shoulder blade and sealed my cultivation. He made me endure excruciating pain every single day. 

“You haven’t experienced it before; you’ll never know how terrifying this person is. If you fall into. his hands, you’d wish you were dead! 

“If this place is h ell, then he is the fiercest, vilest demon!” After hearing this, everyone else couldn’t help but shudder. 

The warden had a terrifying reputation. To them, he was the dictator who decided whether they lived or di ed. 

The deeply rooted fear was why they didn’t even dare think about protesting. 

It was because they all knew that if they did, they’d suffer a fate worse than death. 

That evening, in the back garden of the Fallonge estate, Scarlet was playing chess with her assistant general. She was dressed in a red tracksuit, and her hair was streaked with gray. 

After a long game, Scarlet only had her King and two pawns left on the wh ite side of the chessboard. 

She was only one step away from defeat. 

“Madam, it’s your turn.” Across from her, Georgia was wearing a smile, sure of her victory. 

During training, Georgia usually got a good beating. It was time she finally got even on the chessboard. 

She just needed one more move to win. 

“Checkmate!” Scarlet picked up her whi te King and knocked over the black one. “You lose.” 

“What?” Georgia was confused. She cried, “Madam, the King can only move one square. That’s the rule!” 

“Other people’s Kings can’t, but mine can. Anyway, you lose,” Scarlet said seriously.