The Ex-Con Who Conquered the World novel Chapter 1

"Mayson, I'm getting outta prison today. I'm returning the curvy assassin queen from Cell 8 to you. Her massage skills were really something."

Marevia, Dragon-Suppressing Prison.

Stefan Bryant spoke to an old man idly puffing on a long-stemmed pipe, a hint of reluctance in his tone.

Three years ago, he went to prison to take the charges for his girlfriend, Margery Easterlin.

He remembered when he first arrived, Mayson Moss insisted he had some "Solar Apex Vitals Body" and wanted to take him as a disciple.

Over these three years, Stefan learned many skills from Mayson.

Opening martial meridians, cultivating martial arts; mastering the nine needles, studying medicine... and more.

"What's this? Developed feelings from her massages? Want me to let her follow you out, serve you anytime?" Mayson rolled his eyes at Stefan, teased him, then turned serious. "Just don't forget the three tasks I gave you. If you can't complete them, don't call yourself my disciple. Embarrassing!"

"Don't you worry. I'll get it done." Stefan spoke, his gaze lingering on Mayson with a tinge of reluctance. He shed his usual careless demeanor, took a deep breath, and said, "Master... I'm off."

With that, he bows towards Mayson and walked out of prison.

"Stefan the Tyrant is leaving? Hahaha! Finally, we've lived to see this day!"

"Heavens! That demon is finally gone. I won't have to wash his feet and give him massages every day anymore..."

"Washing feet and massages? I was his human punching bag every d*mn day. My face has been swollen nonstop..."

"The true dragon enters the world! Our families have hope to rise higher! Bro, quick, contact your clans! Send our most elite unmarried daughters to make contact with him! Virgin! Must be virgins..."

"Wait for me! What if my family's virgins aren't top-tier, and the top-tier ones aren't virgins? D*mn it, I'll take a different path! My eldest son is dead, my daughter-in-law has been faithfully widowed—she's absolutely top of the top!"

That day, the entire Dragon-Suppressing Prison was jubilant.

*****

Ambrosia Pavilion, one of River City's most high-end restaurants, frequented only by the wealthy and powerful.

Screech!

A black car roared to a stop in front of there.

Stefan sat in the passenger seat. After the car stopped, he pushed the door open, ready to get out.

"Stefan, calm down. Ms. Easterlin didn't mean to hide it from you on purpose. Don't ruin her plans..." A young woman in the driver's seat with black-framed glasses spoke urgently.

Her name was Nanette Watts, Margery's secretary.

Turns out, after Stefan was released, his girlfriend Margery wasn't there to pick him up. Instead, she sent Nanette.

Nanette claimed Margery was still busy at the company and had sent her to take Stefan home first.

But Stefan saw right through Nanette's lie at the time. Under his questioning, he learned Margery was actually at Ambrosia Pavilion. He made Nanette drive him there.

Stefan's eyes narrowed slightly. After unbuckling his seatbelt, he suddenly leaned toward Nanette, his deep gaze fixed on her clean, delicate face mere inches away.

Nanette instinctively shrank back but had nowhere to escape. The seatbelt around her only tightened, accentuating her curves.

Stefan's gaze was like an abyss, making Nanette feel as if she were falling into a bottomless pit. His calm, cool voice rang out. "Ruin her plans? What plans, exactly?"

"I... I..." Nanette's breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling.

Her eyes darted away, not daring to look at Stefan. She stammered, unable to form words.

She felt Stefan had changed since getting out. He seemed like a different person, carrying an aura of irresistible authority and an indescribable charm.

That was why, after her lie was exposed earlier, pressured by that irresistible aura, she drove him to the Ambrosia Pavilion.

"It's fine if you don't say. I'll go see for myself..." Stefan suddenly smiled, reached out, patted Nanette's cheek, lit a cigarette, and got out of the car.

Ambrosia Pavilion, Private Room 9.

Stefan pushed the door open. Cheers and urging voices reached his ears.

"Drink! Drink!"

"This scene is just too beautiful!"

"Yeah, it's the most beautiful 'cross-cupped wine' toast I've ever seen! A perfect match, truly made in heaven!"

At the dining table, a man and a woman held wine glasses, toasting with arms linked.

The man wore a white suit and a birthday hat, looking exceptionally handsome.

The woman wore a sapphire-blue spaghetti-strap pleated dress that outlined an extremely sexy and graceful figure. Her face was stunning, radiant under the lights, breathtakingly beautiful.

It was Margery!

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