His Way Back to Supremacy novel Chapter 3

Lindsay said, "There's no hurry in finding a job. You can leave the house after lunch."

"Mom, I'm an adult now," Perseus reasoned. "I need to support this family. I can't let you, Dad, and Vincent suffer."

Lindsay sounded touched. "Oh, you really are all grown up. Alright, then. Give me a moment."

She briefly disappeared into her room before returning to Perseus' side. Then, she pulled out two crumpled 100-dollar bills from her bag and stuffed them into his hands.

"Since you just got released from prison, you need to have some money on you. Our family has been suffering from poverty over the past few years, so this is all the money we have. Take it, Perseus."

Sorrow surged into Perseus' heart at that moment. He wanted nothing more than to slap himself on the spot for causing the family so much trouble.

He hung his head low, not wanting Lindsay to notice the tears welling up in his eyes.

"Mom, I have money. When I was doing manual labor in prison, I got an allowance of 800 dollars per month. Don't worry. It can sustain me. I'm leaving now."

Once Perseus was done speaking, he bolted out of the house as quickly as he could.

At first, he wanted to show up on Rochelle's doorstep right away to demand an explanation from her. But he recalled how big of a problem Kaz was.

His parents were just regular folks who couldn't handle another bad thing that happened in their lives. That was why Perseus decided to seek Kaz's boss out.

Said boss was Tom Dawson, the head of Firethrone Organization. That organization had over a thousand gangsters, making it one of the three powerhouses in Neptuna. Firethrone Organization's main business sectors were entertainment, gambling, underground boxing, and loan management.

Rochelle had told Perseus all of this in the past. She was a rich socialite, so she had tons of connections. That was how she got her hands on the juicy details.

Three years ago, Perseus wouldn't have dreamt of challenging such a daunting character. However, since earning the moniker of Prison King, even individuals like Tom held no sway over Perseus.

Perseus might have been serving his sentence in Thistle Isle Prison over the past three years, but he was actually helping his mentor maintain order. At the same time, he practiced his combat skills on the inmates.

He'd beat them up to the point they got hurt or disabled before treating their wounds. That was how he mastered both fighting and healing.

Thistle Isle Prison might seem like any other prison, but that was the furthest thing from the truth. Within its walls resided a motley crew—murderous lunatics, mafia bosses, business tycoons, peerless fighters, war criminals, and even international smugglers.

So why would Perseus, a man who ruled them all, be afraid of a nobody like Tom?

That was why he only spat out a sentence right after reaching Firethrone Organization's headquarters.

"Tell Tom Dawson to get his sorry ass out here right now."

Upon hearing his voice, Kaz and his lackeys rushed out of the HQ instantly. He grinned maliciously when he saw Perseus.

"Everyone, grab your weapons! Let's fuck him up!"

Kaz had just made his report to Tom and was about to gather a huge army before storming back to the Caitford residence. After all, he had never suffered so much ever since he became Tom's subordinate.

To think that someone was bold enough to disrespect Tom in Neptuna!

Kaz's order successfully summoned more than 20 people from the HQ. All of them were burly men in black tank tops carrying weapons like metal rods and longswords. Soon, they had Perseus surrounded.

"I said, tell Tom to get his fucking ass out here." Perseus folded his hands behind his back, his expression cold and impassive.

"Kill him!" Kaz ordered. He took the lead by rushing over with his longsword raised.

"You piece of shit!"

Perseus' mouth twitched in disdain as he watched the longsword get closer to him. He huffed coldly in response.

The energy swimming in his body seemed to react to his fury, for it began circulating around his system in rolling waves.

Perseus moved swiftly to intercept the mob's attacks. With every punch and kick, he was able to send someone flying backward as though he was sweeping leaves off his shoulder.

It only took him less than three minutes to defeat everyone.

Once Perseus was done with the one-sided fight, he lit a cigarette with a casual flick of his lighter.

Suddenly, a slow clap echoed from the main entrance, drawing his attention.

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